Jon had been nervous all day, and could hardly concentrate on his school work. And here it was, seven hours later, and it seemed his incredibly vague and stupid wish still hadn't come true. He would have laughed if it hadn't been so frustrating. The whole time, he could've just made another wish to specify his earlier one. He cursed himself for not thinking of that sooner, and again for having left the stone in his room all day. But now he could just go straight to his room and make things right.
Unfortunately, he never made it that far. As Jon entered the house, he nearly tripped over a pair of shoes that had been left in the front hallway. He was about to go yell at Mikey, until he saw the shoes. They looked like they belonged to a little girl, white with velcro straps across the top and a pink flower on each side. But they were about a dozen sizes too big, clearly sized for an adult.
Jon gulped. He knew this was his wish, and somehow he knew that tripping over a giant pair of girly shoes wasn't the end of it. He continued to the living room with trepidation, but nothing could prepare him for the sight that greeted him there.
Seeing his father lying on his stomach, on the floor, engrossed in a children's coloring book would have been odd enough for Jon. It was the outfit that made Jon freeze. A cotton dress, white on top with a pink short-sleeve cardigan, a ruffled skirt covered with tiny hearts in different pastel colors, and white tights, all sized to his adult frame. The middle-aged man's knees were bent, his stockinged feet waving carelessly in the air. He must have heard Jon coming, because he looked up from his coloring and smiled warmly at his son.
"Hi Mommy!" the man said.
Mommy?!
