Jon walked in and shut the door behind him, as he'd done hundreds of times before -- he knew the Blacks trusted him and their daughter's judgment.
"Whoa, what are you doing?" Karyn asked. Now dressed in a tight T-shirt and a pair of jeans that showed off her nice new curves -- quite a change from her normal baggy attire -- she quickly walked around behind Jon and reopened the door. Jon noticed that the window on the opposite wall was open as well, even though the spring day had turned a bit chilly.
"Sorry," Karyn said, turning back toward Jon, "but, you know, your, uh..." She lifted a hand near her face and waved the fingers in the general direction of her nose, and Jon realized that the open door and window must have been precautions against his arousing scent.
Karyn continued, "Anyway, I thought we weren't going to talk until school tomorrow, so you could do some serious thinking about future uses of the rock."
"No, that's just it!" exclaimed Jon. "Something weird is happening -- it's causing me to make wishes against my will. I just blurt something out at random every so often."
"What?!" Karyn looked concerned. "Well, I hope you left the rock at home, so at least --"
Jon interrupted. "It's, uh, part of me now."
"What?!"
"I swear, I didn't really say or do anything, it just got absorbed into me."
Karyn took a couple steps to back away from Jon. "And you're just blurting out wishes, involuntarily? Maybe you should go somewhere away from people until you figure this out."
"But they've all been about me so far, nothing else," said Jon. "I'm pretty sure you're safe."
"Pretty sure?" Karyn eyed Jon warily. "We've already seen how much damage that rock can do." She waved her hands toward her body to emphasize that fact. "I mean, I might not have minded ending up with hair like yours, but now I'm a blonde. And we didn't even realize it right away, but that wish for big boobs gave me a whole new body shape -- uh, maybe you noticed when you got a look at me a minute ago. And all my clothes changed -- that's not all bad because they fit, but I guess the deal is that I dress sexier in this body. Tight jeans and tight shirts like this..." She pointed toward the sliding doors, currently half-open, in one corner of her room. "...and I swear, half the stuff in the closet is skirts or dresses now."
That was quite a change from Karyn previously, when she only wore skirts with great reluctance, preferring to stick with baggy, nondescript jean-and-T-shirt combinations. Jon turned to look at the closet and could indeed see several colorful dresses hanging in the center. He wondered how Karyn looked in a skirt now -- he hadn't been looking at her legs, and although the jeans she was wearing now were tight, they didn't tell the full story --
"I wish," he found himself saying, "that all my clothes were like what Karyn has now, only sexier and skimpier."
Karyn's eyes went wide as Jon held up his glowing hand, which quickly faded out. As it faded, he could feel the fabric crawling across him, his T-shirt's hem moving upward, the legs of his jeans merging together and drastically shrinking. Within seconds, he was wearing a midriff-baring T-shirt with a very low scoop-neck front, and a black leather skirt that came maybe a third of the way down his thighs. It looked very incongruous, maybe even more so than the high-heeled shoes, given the somewhat hairy male body that was being revealed.
"Oh, my God," exclaimed Karyn. "That's what you blurted -- I mean, you didn't want to wish that, did you?"
"No, of course not," snapped Jon.
"Hmm," said Karyn. "It does kind of fit, though."
"Yeah, fits perfectly, just like your clothes." Jon was still looking down at his new outfit, a bit distracted by thoughts of having to dress this way forever.
"No, I don't mean that, I mean the wish fits," Karyn explained.
Jon finally looked up at his friend. "What do you mean?"
