The next morning Jon was feeling very stressed. He had showered, shaved, done his hair and make-up, but there he stood in front of his full closet. He had nothing to wear. Sure, he was planning on wearing the Sonic Youth t-shirt he had picked up earlier that month, but none of his pants would go with it.
What he really wanted to do was wear a skirt, one that matched Karyn's new one. Ever since the call she had place to him the night before he had been stuck on the idea. He had thought about wearing it as he drifted to sleep, dreamed about it all through the night, and it wasn't far from this thoughts as he awoke. He had to have that skirt.
The biggest problem was that he didn't have anything like it. All his clothes were, of course, boy clothes. His sister Zoe's tastes wouldn't allow for anything like it. His mother was way to old fashioned to wear something so hip. He was on his own.
Then it hit him. Karyn was there for him! She was always a good friend; maybe she can help him out. He grabbed his cell phone off his dresser and dialed her number. It rang three times before she answered.
"Hello?"
"Karyn! It's Jon! I'm having a major fashion crisis over here!"
"Okay Jon, calm down," her voice was soothing, "what's going on?"
"It's just that, well, I wanted to dress a little more, you know, flirty. I can't stop thinking about that skirt you bought the other day. All of my pants and jeans are just so lame!" His voice sounded strained. He didn't know why this was such a big deal to him all of a sudden, but he couldn't fight the urge. He just had to get a skirt like Karyn's, no ifs ands or buts.
"Jon, calm down. I've got the wishing stone, remember? How about I help you out?"
"Oh, Karyn, would you?" he found relief washing over him.
"No problem. I wish that Jon had a secret magic closet that would give him whatever clothes he wanted."
There was a flash of light in Jon's room, then at the back of his closet he noticed another door. He opened it up to find another closet, just like Karyn had wished! In it, at the moment, there was only one item. It was the item he had longed for all night. It was a replica of Karyn's skirt, only it was sized to fit him. He grabbed it and slipped it on. It was so short that his boxer shorts showed under the hemline, but he didn't care. In it, he felt right. He felt relaxed. He felt flirty.
"Karyn, you're a genius. Thanks!" He hung up the phone, threw on his shirt and shoes, grabbed his schoolbag and headed downstairs to leave for school. Before he could get out the door, however, his mother shouted to him...
