When Sarah looked down at herself, she was no longer the average guy she'd been all afternoon. She wasn't quite the old self she remembered, either. She felt a bit taller, a bit thinner... her clothes were very stylish, but more conservative than they had been. Momentarily forgetting about the stone, Sarah dropped it and ran to the bathroom to explore further.
Jon trembled as he picked up the stone. He had wanted to fix Sam's mind to match his body, not change the world to match Sam's mind. He looked around and saw a decidedly feminine bedroom that wasn't what he was used to from Sam. The blanket Sam had been hiding under was gone, replaced by a light yellow counterpart that seemed twice as fluffy. The walls, previously pearl white, now had a faint sunny hue as well. Yellow curtains. Bamboo desk. The wall opposite the door had a shelf with different cheerleading awards, and the wall opposite the bed had a large framed painting of galloping horses. Jon sat down heavily on the fluffy yellow blanket, and put his head in his hands.
Meanwhile in the bathroom, Sarah was examining her new face. The features were lighter than she remembered: eyebrows higher on her forehead, nose and chin a bit more pointed, shallower cheeks. She wasn't "pretty" in the classical sense, but the look did exude elegance. Especially if she used a blusher to highlight the cheeks, tweezed the eyebrows slightly, and used a very light color of eyeshadow. The fact that she knew what to do with her face gave Sarah a shot of adrenaline, but she didn't focus on it.
Instead, she moved on to the next aspect: her hair. Barrettes about an inch and a half above her ears held all the hair away from her face, and as she twisted her head in the mirror, she could see that this alone caused the rest of her hair to wave softly and smoothly down to between her shoulder blades. For some reason she wasn't a pure blond anymore, her hair more a light brown. But it still looked nice, and that was the important part.
Content with her hair, Sarah looked at her clothes, which she hadn't examined too closely yet. Her blouse was simple and white, long sleeves with frilly cuffs. The top two buttons were undone, but Sarah undid the third and fourth to get a good look at her bra, which was simple and white to match. Her boobs were a touch smaller than she was used to. It didn't look like a full cup size less, but it was enough for Sarah to notice.
Her skirt was tight around her hips and thighs, its brown leather falling down to the middle of her calves, with a split in the middle in front that came up to her knees. Sarah couldn't remember ever wearing anything like this before, but she had to admit that it looked nice, especially paired with the brown boots that rose up to meet them.
Sarah touched up her face a bit, again thrilled with her ability to do so, and went back to her bedroom to find Jon sitting on her bed, looking dejected.
"What's wrong?" Sarah said, speaking for the first time in her new voice. It sounded odd somehow.
"The wishes," Jon said, either ignoring or not noticing Sarah's new voice, "You never know what kinds of affects these things have, and with all the wishes you made, who knows what might happen. The rest of reality might be altered. People might not even thing we're friends anymore!"
This was an odd thought for Sarah. She didn't really consider Jon a friend, but he had been nice to her all day, along with the other geeks. Maybe she'd make a special effort to stay close to them. "Don't worry about that. No matter what other people think, I'll remember the truth."
Now Jon perked his head up, "What's wrong with your voice?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's weird," Jon said, "like you've almost got a British accent or something."
Sarah sat down next to Jon and thought for a moment, then came to a realization. "English isn't my first language."
"What?"
"I don't know," Sarah said, eyes wide. "I mean, I know I'm fluent, but I think I was born in Belgium. In my mind, I know I'm also fluent in Dutch and French. I didn't learn English in the US, I learned it in England, when we were living in London for a year before moving here." The information flowed out of her mouth like a torrent, unconnected to any conscious thoughts Sarah had. Like the information was more of a reflex than something she was actually thinking about.
"That's what I meant!" Jon shouted. "These are the kinds of things that happen with wishes. Who knows what combination of what you asked for forced you to become Belgian. I have no idea how we're going to fix this."
"Don't worry," Sarah said, "I don't really mind. I'm okay with how everything's turned out so far."
Jon shook his head. "I don't know. This whole thing is bothering me. I'm going to go home. I'll see you tomorrow at school."
