With the high-heeled shoes now on his feet, Jon found he had to fully concentrate on his walking -- heel-toe, heel-toe, heel-toe. Thus, it was taking him what seemed like forever to make his way the three blocks to Karyn's house.
He hoped she wouldn't be mad that he'd be showing up at her house -- when last they'd spoken, about an hour ago, she'd said she wanted to "sleep on it" with regard to the ring. Actually, he really hoped she wasn't mad about the accidental wishes that had altered her -- she'd seemed so matter-of-fact about it, but he couldn't believe she was taking it so well.
Karyn's newly blonde hair was definitely going to take some getting used to, at the very least. He was so used to seeing her with red hair --
He spoke again. "I wish I had thick, silky, wavy red hair that went down past my ass."
His hand glowed and he stopped in his tracks. "Again?!" he exclaimed.
He felt the odd sensation of strands of hair passing through his scalp as they grew. He put his hands to his head and could feel the hair shift around his fingers. It was even noticeable against his back as it sped down past his shoulders, his waist, and on until it reached about to the back of his knees.
He grabbed a handful of the hair and brought it around to the front, discovering that it wasn't the orangish-red that Karyn had until her wish; instead, it was a bright red that was practically the color of a fire engine.
He also saw that he'd grabbed the hair with the hand that still had three pink fingernails. He wondered, I paint my nails, I wear high heels, I have hair like this -- what does everyone think of me?
Actually, the specific question on his mind right now was what does Karyn think of me? She seemed to be his only hope at this point, though, and he was less than a block from her house. Jon started walking again, now feeling the unfamiliar sensation of his giant mane of thick, wavy hair shaking a bit and hitting against his back with every one of his short heel-toe steps.
