As Jon slept that night, he thought about Karyn. Although they had always been friends, Jon had, for a few months, wanted something more, but didn't want to say anything in case it affected their friendship. The problem was that although they liked each other, they didn't have a lot in common. Jon could just wish for Karyn to be her girlfriend, but it didn't sit right, forcing such a change upon someone, and he cared for Karyn too deeply to wish something on her that she might not want. Perhaps if Karyn was into the same things as Jon, that might increase his chances of taking the friendship to the next level.
He reached out and grabbed the stone. "I wish Karyn were more like me", he said. Within ten minutes, he was fast asleep.
The next morning, Jon called at Karyn's house on the way to school, eager to see if there were any changes.
When the door opened Karyn stood in front of him.
Or, rather, it was Jon who stood in front of him. Jon looked in horror. Karyn still had the long blond hair and big boobs that she had wished for yesterday, but everything else was Jon. His face, his arms, his...he didn't like to think lower down...this Jon was wearing a modicum of make up, hoops in his ears, a chain around his neck, nail varnish on his fingers, and he was wearing Karyn's school uniform.
"You ready? Hey, what's up? I know, it's this hair, but we'll have to live with it until we can find a way around it. Come on, we'll be late". It was Jon's voice, as well.
As Jon/Karyn walked down the street, his muscular tights-clad legs the only thing Jon could look at, s/he turned around, "Come ON, Jon. Jeez"
Jon was rooted to the spot...what had he done?
