Suddenly, Jon's bulky sweatshirt began to rip and shrink, until it became what Karyn had wished for: a low-cut feminine top.
"Karyn!" Jon yelled, trying to cover up his massive cleavage, but not succeeding.
"Oh, come on, Jon. This is why it's called a punishment. You'll be able to change out of that top after school, anyway, so it's not like it's permanent."
"Please, Karyn. I can't go through school like this. I look like a freak."
"Well, maybe now you'll understand what I've been going through since yesterday."
"Karyn," Jon whined.
"Oh, suck it up, Jon. It's only for the next seven hours or so. After school, we can figure out a way to get you back to normal." She put the stone in her pocket. "But until then, the stone stays with me."
Jon hung his head again.
"Now get in there," Karyn said, smiling. "Your audience awaits."
