Almost immediately, Jonnie and Karyn found themselves in Mr. Nelson's history class. Then, for the next ten minutes, Karyn enjoyed complete control of her body. Jon -- or more properly Jonnie, now that he was female -- was paying complete attention to Mr. Nelson's lesson and had no occasion to use his new third hand. Karyn began to wonder if the wish had worn off. That, at least, was something to hope for.
Suddenly, though, the new Jonnie flexed her back and Karyn found herself scratching Jonnie and kneading the muscles between her shoulders. Mr. Nelson noticed this almost immediately but Karyn was powerless to stop.
"Jonie, stop scratching yourself," she managed to mumble.
"Oh, sorry," she heard her throat and mouth saying.
"Karyn, I want that commotion to stop immediately," ordered Mr. Nelson, and of course everyone turned around to see what was happening.
Jonnie, to Karyn's relief, finally realized what was happening and stopped using her to scratch herself. Less than a minute later, though, Karyn found herself slipping off one shoe and resting her heel on Jonnie's lap!
"Karyn, this is your last warning," boomed Mr. Nelson, and this time Jonnie didn't get it right away. Instead, everyone in the class saw Karyn working her bare heel into the middle of Jonnie's lap.
"Karyn, come here immediately," boomed Mr. Nelson. But then, after Karyn had taken just a few steps, she went limp and fell down.
"Karyn, are you all right?" asked Mr. Nelson after moving to the head of the row for a better look.
"I don't think she's breathing," said Elden Fouyer, who was in the desk closest to Karyn.
Jonnie tried making Karyn get up, but it felt as if her new third hand had gone numb. "Let me see if I can help her," she told Mr. Nelson.
As soon as Jonnie stood up she realized how foolish she'd been in wearing high heels to school. First it was hard to stand up, then it was hard to walk, then it was hard to kneel and check Karyn's vital signs. Jonnie was also sorry she'd worn such a short skirt, and that she hadn't bothered with panties.
"Karyn, are you OK?" Jonnie asked. Then, after Jonnie remembered to relax her grip, Karyn began to speak.
"What happened? Did I pass out? Did I faint?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah, sorta," Jonnie replied. "I think you need to stay within five or six feet of me."
"That's enough talking," Mr. Nelson commanded. "I'm not sure what's going on here, but I'm sending you both to the nurse and to the principal, in that order. Do I need to send for a stretcher or a wheelchair?"
"Uh, no, we'll be OK," Jonnie said in perfect unison through both mouths. This really frosted Mr. Nelson, who seemed ready to hand out more punishments. Fortunately, however, Jonnie got her entire self into the hallway before Mr. Nelson could say anything further. Karyn's body shook strangely as it walked but as far as Jonnie was concerned, any way of leaving Mr. Nelson's classroom was a good way.
Halfway to the nurse's office, Jonnie sensed his third hand getting sore and stopped for a rest.
"Jon, can you at least let me..." Karyn began.
"Let you what?" Jonnie asked, then he unconsciously unfolded his hands.
"At least let me talk," Karyn spitted out. "Look, Jon: unless you keep this kinky new third had of yours -- me -- perfectly limp, I have no control over myself at all. I can't even talk or..."
"Well, gosh, Karyn, I'm sorry about that, but this isn't something we deliberately wished for. Maybe we can figure some way out of it. But for now, I feel like I've had three hands all my life. I use you without even thinking. Can you imagine going through a whole day, deliberately not using your left hand? I don't mean having it in a sling or tied down; I mean just letting it hang free. You'd mess up dozens or hundreds of times," Jonnie explained with great waving of hands. Karyn, meanwhile, seemed to be going through a serious exercise routine. This made Karyn really sore, and when Jonnie tried to shake it off Karyn hit her head on a locker. Jonnie tried sucking Karyn's nose but the throbbing continued.
"Karyn? Karyn? Did you hear me?" Jonnie asked a couple of times. Then finally she he let her arms and hands go limp and Karyn was able to answer.
"Jonnie, let's just go home and fix this," she pleaded. "You can wish away our meetings with the nurse and principal."
"OK, but first I need to use the bathroom," Jonnie told her.
"Great, Jonnie, just great," Karyn complained. "Do you have anymore good news?"
"Just that you feel hot and awkward with that glove on," Jonnie remarked.
