Jon sat on his bed, looking at the girl that stood in the middle of his room. Light brown hair that came to her shoulders, thin (but not too thin), C-cup breasts. She wasn't sexy, but she was pretty. In fact, she kind of reminded Jon of Karyn, before her wish-enhanced breasts and hair, although facially Wendi looked nothing like Karyn.
For the last five minutes, ever since he fixed her glowing problem, she had been standing in the middle of the room, looking at Jon. It wasn't a stare. She did blink from time to time. But there was that same slight smile that she had displayed before, making her look vacant.
Jon got up. "Do you really need to be standing there like that?"
She looked unsure of herself. "I'm sorry, Jon. This is the first time I've ever been anything but a stone. I don't know how to act."
"That's okay. Just ... um." He looked around his room. "Just sit on the bed."
"Okay." She walked over to the bed, climbed up on top of it, and layed across it, leaning on her elbow.
"That's not what I meant."
"Yes, it is. This is what you wanted."
And thing was, she was right. In his mind, Jon imagined Wendi laying across his bed, just like that. Maybe she really was telepathic afterall. Or something like it.
He was about to help her sit up, when suddenly his bedroom door opened and Karyn walked in. "Hi, Jon."
