"I had a lot of fun, Jon. Let me know when you're next party's going to be," Olivia said with a wink. She leaning in and gave him a kiss before stepping out the door. Jon watched as she walked down the street, still completely naked. There were more joggers out by now, enjoying the beautiful Sunday morning. As they passed, their heads would turn as they looked her over, only to turn back an proceed on their way as if it were totally acceptable for this girl to be walking the streets nude. Blinking twice, Jon opened his eyes to see she was in a pair of high heels, tight jeans, and a low cut white shirt. The joggers around her never even batted an eye that clothing had magically appear on her.
"She may be able to wait until the next party, but I'm not," a voice behind him said. Jon turned around and looked down, Erin smiley wryly up at him. Jon kneeled down, coming face to face with her. "And what did you have in mind?" Erin swayed her hips, an inviting look in her eyes. "How about you give me a call this week and we can meet up for our own party. Any time you like, anything you like." Jon smiled and reached forward, cupping her ass as he pulled her in close. "Deal," he said, kissing her fully. A few moments later, the two pulled apart, looking deeply into each other's eyes. "I need to get going. Hopefully my Mom falls for my story of staying over at a friend's house. Just don't leave me waiting too long, ok?"
Jon nodded and stood up. "I'll call you soon," he promised. Erin smiled widely and stepped out the door. He watched as she walked to street and started down the sidewalk, noticing that she was turning back to see him every now and then. And each time she did, he could not help himself but smile a little wider. Jon waited until she was totally out of view before closing the door and heading back inside to inspect the rest of the house.
Jon reentered the basement, a bit shocked by just how effective his wish had been. The whole place was completely clean. There was not a single errant cup on any of the tables, not a scuff on the dance floor, and the entire bar was freshly restocked with all of its bottles full and sealed. For a moment he wondered if the stone had just erased the fact a party had even occurred at all before he remembered Olivia mention it. "All of the fun with none of the mess," he mused out loud as he walked towards the private rooms. Jon stood before the first door and took a couple deep breaths before opening the door and poking his head in. His eyes darted back and forth as he took in the room. The carpet was perfectly clean and the black leather couch looked like it had never even been sat on before. But what please Jon the most was the smell. The fresh, clean scent which filled the room. Only a couple hours earlier, the entire room had smelled like a barn. A particularly filth barn thanks to Liz's new addition.
Jon closed the door and stepped back into the hallway. He briefly thought about checking the other rooms, but figured it was not that important. If the wish had worked well enough to clean the mess that Liz and Amy had left that room in, the rest had to be just fine. As Jon walked back into the dance area, he glanced over at the door for the bathroom which Jennifer had become a fixture in, literally. Curiosity filled Jon when he tried to figure out what sort of wish could have been made to turn the girl into a toilet, but his curiosity was shadowed by his disgust. He shuddered as he made his way towards the room. If nothing else, he just needed to make sure she was cleaned along with the rest of the house. Jon opened the door and flipped on the light, taking in the sight of the room. It looked just like any bathroom one might find in a good restaurant. Everything looked normal until he looked into the toilet bowl. Jennifer's face was still there, the same opaque white as the rest of the toilet, staring up at him through the clear water. A smile spread across her face as he came into view. Jon stood there a moment, still dumbfounded as to how the girl could be so carefree about her situation. As he continued to look at her, her expression changed. Her smile faded away, and her face tilted in the bottom of the bowl as she raised an eyebrow. She looked at his waist and back to his face. Jon could see she was confused, but why-
"Oh, shit," he exclaimed as the realization hit him. She wanted him to use her. Jon shook his head and raised his hands in from of him. "Uh, no. I don't I don't have to go," he tried explaining. Jennifer's expression only grew more confused as she looked up at him. Jon figured it was time for a new approach. "Jennifer, honestly, how do you feel about your change?" Jon looked on, waiting for an answer, however the toilet-girl only stared back at him quizzically. A new realization hit Jon: She couldn't hear him. Afraid the wish had made the girl deaf along with her other changes, Jon desperately reached for the handle on the tank and pulled it. Jennifer's eyes went wide as her mouth snapped open under its own control and the clear water began flowing down her throat.
As the level of the water started to uncover Jennifer's face, Jon tried to reach her again. "Jennifer! Can you hear me!" As the last of the water emptied down her throat, she nodded. "Yes, now I can hea-" she started as she was cut off by new water entering the bowl and covering her face once more. Jon stood up, his disgust replaced by annoyance. It would be impossible to carry on a conversation with her like this. He would need to think of a different approach and try again.
Jon stepped back, seeing the girl was more confused than ever but could not think of an way to convey an explanation. The thought briefly occurred to him to just use her to ease her mind, but his feelings of disgust quickly rejected the idea. With no other ideas, he simply turned off the lights, left the room, and started back towards the stairs.
