As Jon ran into the auditorium, as fast as he could in his new clothes, he was happy to find them taking a 10 min break because some of the props had to be repositioned. He sat down, and was approached by Natasha.
"Glad you made it finally. I was worried something happened to you. I cannot lose you now; especially after all we have been through. Tomorrow I think I will wear a skirt, about the same length as this. I am thinking I will go with a simple blouse, and probably keep these enhancers in the bra, you know to get used to them. I probably will wear some tights, and some moderate heels. I think higher then these, help strengthen the calf muscles. What do you think of that outfit idea?"
"Umm, Natasha, why are you telling me that?" Jon asked, trying to determine how much of the wish he made was known by Natasha.
"So you know what you will be wearing. Look, I think it is harsh, but when they said they wanted you to be my understudy, Mr. Phillips decided you would be wearing exactly what I wear for the last month until the play, to help you get more into the role, and to help as he says, channel your inner me. Look, why don't we talk more after practice, he is coming back, and I don't want you to get into any more trouble."
And, then she walked away. Jon could not believe how far a simple wish for a little fantasy had gone.
