Before Jon stepped out through the sliding Arrivals doors at the airport in Bermuda, he, of course, popped into the ladies room to clean himself up. The ladies room was exciting for him. It was the first time he'd used a public washroom as Evangeline Lilly, the first time, in fact that he'd been in a women's washroom at all!
It wasn't much different from the men's room. The smells were mostly the same, although there was a slight perfumed quality to the air that the women using the room contributed. He found himself a mirror, placed his bag beside him, and examined his reflection. Around him he could see women eyeing him, asking each other if he really was Evangeline, if they were having an encounter with celebrity.
He brushed out his hair, taking care to not overbrush, but tidied it up nicely. Then he worked on his make-up. The water he'd splashed on his face had snapped him out of his ridiculously horny plane-ride had done a number on his look, but he wasn't worried. Jon knew exactly what to do. He'd studied for months, every look, every nuance. He could tell you how Evangeline looked for every occasion, for every mood, and he could match it perfectly with his now expert make-up skills.
Jon smiled ruefully through his now-painted lips. How much trouble could he have saved himself, how many months of preparation, if his grandfather's wishing stone had just gotten to him earlier? He could have wished up all these talents, all these looks. Instead, Jon had been forced to do things the hard way, the long way. He'd dieted, he'd taken pills, he'd stayed up late studying, and then there had been the surgeries...
It didn't matter. Jon pushed the thought away from him. He had to get his head in the game. Ten million dollars was a lot of money, and he didn't want to screw it up.
He packed his supplies back in his bag, signed a couple autographs for some women who had impatiently waited while he finished, and exited the washroom with purpose.
He had a week-long date to begin.
As soon as Karyn finished the sentence, the world changed. She was no longer at home, staring at a note-pad, sitting around in her grey sweats.
She found herself sitting at a hotel bar, humid air filling her lungs. Before her was a glass of something that smelled like whiskey, and held two large ice cubes.
Instead of wearing grey sweats, Karyn was adorned with a salmon-coloured polo shirt that her breasts, free and unbound, strained against. Her legs were encased in loose khaki pants (which held the magic pencil, he happily noted), and her feet in flip-flops. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a tight pony-tail that hung down her back.
She took a drink of her whiskey, and surprised herself at how good it tasted. Good enough to finish the glass in a swig, which she did.
"Another one, Mr. Black?" the bartender asked, leaning toward Karyn with a grin.
"Sure thing," Karyn replied happily noting that the magic pencil had worked. She would be Jon's date for the week. Oh, and what a week it was going to be.
