Jon rushed to the bathroom to see what all had happened. After almost entering the mens' room by mistake, she slipped into the ladies' room and looked in the mirror. As she'd feared, she was some sort of cat/human hybrid. Not an anthropomorphic cat, thankfully, but she had cat ears and a tail and fangs. Her hands and feet had changed as well, becoming something in between human hands and feet and cat paws - thankfully, her hands retained all of their manual dexterity, despite the claws and orange tabby fur. Her hair had become the same orange as her fur, and hung partway down her back. And, of course, there was the small matter of her having become a girl. Nothing else had changed, except for the bra she'd wished onto herself. The rest of her clothes were the same, with her pants and shirt rather ill-fitting and her tail having busted a hole in the back of the pants.
Jon was just about to wish herself back to normal when the bell rang. By force of habit, she found herself making a mad dash for her classroom, slipping into her seat just in time. Drat, this was Ms. Kimmer's class; she was extraordinarily adept at spotting anyone talking. Whether her hearing was simply very good or whether she was a splendid lip-reader and motion-spotter was the subject of much debate among her students. Either way, Jon realized that if Ms. Kimmer did hear a wish that would return Jon to her original form, she would realize that the change had occurred, something Jon very much didn't want. It looked like she'd have to stick it out for the rest of class. Actually, she decided, better to just make it through the day. She could count on a little privacy at home, but at school, even in the ladies' room someone might walk in while she was in the middle of her wish.
And so she did; the day was pretty much without incident. Thankfully, her wish to have "these people" recognize her seemed to have been limited to the people present at the time; at any rate, nobody else called her "Jasmine," though nobody seemed to find anything unusual about there being a cat-girl in the classroom either. Ms. Kimmer, calling roll, made a great show of marking Jon absent, so it seemed as though people didn't associate Jon the cat-girl with Jon the human guy. At the end of the day, Jon found herself out by the bus lot, which had been replaced by a set of teleporter booths. This was one thing Jon wasn't going to stand for; it was bad enough the first time. She quietly wished there weren't and had never been any teleporters, and suddenly the buses were back.
She got home and cautiously entered the house. Her mother met her in the entryway. "Jon!" she said. "Your chemistry teacher called today and told me about the accident. I just want to say that we all love you very much, whatever you look like, and Zoe and I will do our best to help you learn how to take care of yourself now that you're a girl."
Jon was puzzled. Accident? There hadn't been any chemistry accident...oh wait, she'd wished that there had never been any teleporters, so there had to be another explanation for why she had turned into a cat-girl. "Did he say whether I could be changed back?" she asked, trying to look as though she didn't have an easy way back in the stone she was clutching in her hand.
"He didn't know," her mother said. "The odds of finding a reversal formula for the substance that changed you didn't sound too good." She clasped Jon's hand - unfortunately, the same hand Jon was holding the stone in. "But," she said, "if you can't, you really do make a very lovely girl. Even though I know you probably don't want it, personally, I wish you'd stay this way the rest of your life. You're so adorable, dear; I think you'd make a wonderful girl."
Jon felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her mom had been in contact with the stone; that had counted as a wish. It seemed as though she really would be this way for the rest of her life.
