"If it's so dangerous, then I wish you were just like Christina Aguilera," Pete said. Suddenly, he felt like he had something in his eye. He blinked a couple of times, and when his vision cleared, he was stunned at what he saw before him.
"What the... Jon? Is that you? What happened?"
"Who the hell are you calling Jon?" The newly minted celebrity said. "Are you serious. My name's Christina."
"Very funny. What's the joke? What happened to Jon?"
"I have no clue what you're talking about," Christina said as she cocked a hip and put a hand on it.
Then it finally dawned on Pete what had happened. "Don't you remember? You used to be a boy, and then I made a wish and now you're Christina Aguilera! Why can't you remember?"
"Look, I've never been a boy. I don't know why'd you be crazy enough to think that. I've always been Christina Aguilera. And stop staring at my boobs! Where the hell are my bodyguards?"
"Look, I'll prove it to you." Pete looked at the rock he was still holding. "I wish you were Jon again." Nothing happened. "What's wrong with this thing."
"You're a psycho stalker, that's what's wrong. I'm getting mall security."
Christina began walking off down the corridor, several heads turning as they spotted the celebrity in their midst. Pete wondered what to do. Was the rock broken? Should he try another wish?
