Jon looked in a mirror at himself. He had breasts! They were just as big as Karyn's and were just as red.
But the more Jon looked himself over, the more he began to think he didn't look too bad. In fact, he thought he looked pretty good. Who cared if he had breasts? Or even red-dyed breasts, at that?
He knew that he was feeling this way because of his wish, but he couldn't stop thinking that he was pleased with his current look.
And Karyn couldn't stop thinking the same thing about herself either. She didn't know why she was complaining so much about having DD-cup breasts. They were heavy, yeah. But they made her feel good. They made her feel sexy. And the fact that they were dyed red made them even better. Was that such a bad thing?
Karyn looked down at the stone in her hand. After they made their wishes, Jon had let go of it, so Karyn was now free to make a wish for herself. But what wish should she make?
