Jon and Jonnie lay on the bed, a sheet of paper in front of them. "I think we've got everything," said Jon. "Nobody comes in, we can start it when we're both here, we can end it by thinking, it automatically ends after some time, nobody notices anything strange, nobody barges in, no reality changes, we can change the wish later. And the paper disappears...."
Jonnie kissed Jon.
"That's a good enough answer," said Jon and made the wish. "I wish the wish on this paper would happen." The paper disappeared... and the room stayed unchanged.
Jon concentrated and suddenly they were in a car. A large black and white photo was hung on the wall, imitating a drive-in movie, something that had mostly stopped existing before Jon was born. There was a slight smell of popcorn.
"I, uhh..." said Jonnie. "Oh, Jon, the sound seems to be broken. Maybe we should go somewhere else."
"We can't," replied Jon. "The place is full of cars, we're trapped. Just us here for an hour and a half...."
Jonnie said "At least we're here away from our parents. Nobody invented cell phones, there's no way to contact them... what shall we do!"
"Here's what we do," said Jon. He snuggled up to Jonnie and touched her cheek. She turned to let him kiss her. "I've wanted you ever since we met at the soda fountain..." he said.
"Me too," said Jonnie. She reached down and began to unzip his pants. "But what would our parents say?"
"Oh, Jonnie, I don't care!" exclaimed Jon. They kissed again and he reached under Jonnie's shirt, ready to remove it. "I want you! Let's fuck!" It didn't sound like it fit the setting very much after he had said it and both Jon and Jonnie laughed.
Jonnie looked at the stick shift in the car. It was a bit phallic, all things considered, but it was also right between the seats and would get in their way. A moment later and they were in the back seat of the car. They tried to lie down in the cramped area and were busy taking each other's clothes off, until Jon yelped as his head hit an ashtray.
Jonnie covered Jon's mouth for a second and concentrated; the ashtray disppeared and the back seat of the car gained the soft consistency of a bed. She squirmed into position, then pulled away Jon's pants and underwear, and licked his penis....
After they were through, Jon could very well have made Jonnie pregnant if she hadn't already been. Neither of them felt like discussing it much and they made the scenario disappear and went to bed.
Next time, Jon concentrated. They were in a fancy restaurant. Jonnie was a waitress, carrying a tray of alcoholic drinks that they were certainly too young to drink.
"I'm ready to take my order," said Jon.
Jonnie considered the situation and put the tray down. "Sure. What would you have, burgers, fries, or me?"
"Lame," muttered Jon.
"The whole thing feels lame," said Jonnie. "This dress... serving food... it gives me flashbacks to when we were clearing tables last summer."
"Oh, come on," said Jon. "I'm, uh, ready to take my order and I've never seen a prettier waitress than you."
"I mean we weren't in a dress then, but still..."
"It isn't working," said Jon. "I can see that."
"No it isn't," replied Jonnie.
Jon concentrated. The 'restaurant' changed back to their room. "I think I see," he said.
"So do I," said Jonnie. "Maybe it's more obvious to me because of how I'm in it."
"Yeah," replied Jon. "The car at the drive-in worked because if you want to pretend you're making out at a drive-in, even if you're going farther than just making out, it's a fantasy anyone can have. Both people are in pretty much the same situation. When I think of it I think of doing it with girls. You're attracted to girls and one guy, me. If you put me in the back seat instead of a girl it still works. But if it's a waitress, the waitress and the customer are different. I might imagine doing it with a waitress. But I'd never imagine being the waitress."
Jonnie nodded. "It can't work. We both want to be the customer, neither of us wants to be the waitress. It doesn't matter what sex we are or what sex we like... if I was the customer you could be a waiter or you could change your sex and be a waitress, but neither of those turns you on. It's like the whole 'what do I wear to the prom' thing--you like seeing me in a dress, but I don't like wearing one. Maybe we need a wish."
"Well, we need to add something to the wish. How can it be phrased. Umm, 'both people are aroused the same as the one who is more aroused'?"
"Something like that. We'll have to try different versions."
Someone knocked on the door. "Come in," said Jon.
"What's up?" said their sister Zoe.
"Oh, nothing," said Jon. "We were just discussing how cloning seems to be a lot more complicated than we expected."
