"Crap, how can I possibly convince her." Jon thought.
Karyn looked at Jon in concern. "Are you feeling alright? Do you want a glass of water? You look pale."
"I look pale? Ofcourse I look pale! I just changed the world and myself into this freak! Worst of all, my best friend won't believe me because she doesn't remember!" Jon started pacing the room, but quickly stopped as the sensation of his crotchbreast moving along was still to alien for him.
"Calm down Jon." Karyn moved to grab Jon's hand in a friendly gesture, but Jon pulled away.
"Wait, I know! You know that stone can't undo wishes right?"
"Yes? Why?"
"What if I wish all men had penises as I remember. Nothing should happen since it goes directly against the previous wish."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea Jon. The wi.." "Why not?"
"If you would let me finish? The wish can be wrongly interpreted. What if one of those disgusting penis things suddenly appears on you breast?"
"Damn you have a point." Jon almost started pacing again. "But maybe it's worth the risk?"
"No Jon, just look at what that stone did to your mind already. No taking chances. Maybe you should give me the stone?" She held out her hand.
A new feeling crept up on Jon. "Why do I feel so bloated down there?" Jon looked at his crotch.
The sudden change in subject caught Karyn offguard. "Have...have you been to the toilet already?"
"To the toilet? No, I haven't." Jon saw another possibility to convince Karyn. "And how do you propose I would go the toilet without my penis?"
Karyn shook her head. "Please Jon, stop it with the penis crap. It's getting on my nerves. Just go and milk yourself, you know where the bathroom is."
"Milk myself?" Had Jon's eyes gone open any further his eyeballs would have fallen out.
"Yes, milk yourself. Remember? It's the reason why there are always long lines infront of the male restrooms? Milking takes longer than peeeing like we women do."
Karyn stepped to Jon with her hand held open. "Just go, but please Jon. As you friend give me the stone first. I will give it back after you calm down."
Jon looked at the stone in his hand. He looked at Karyn's open hand followed by her face, her eyes were filled with concern. He looked at his crotch, his breast was feeling full. Maybe Karyn was right, maybe he was going crazy. What if this stone was radioactive and Grandpa died of that? But he was so certain. He had vivid memories of private parties in his bedroom.
