"I wish I knew what my last wish caused!" Jon shouted to nobody in particular.
The stone flashed, then a voice ran through his head. It said, "Your wish caused all the men in town to go to the mall and buy and wear women's clothes, get make-overs, and burn all of their male clothes."
"Great," Jon muttered, "that didn't answer anything!"
Just then his door opened and his father walked in. He was wearing a grey woman's dress suit, with the skirt ending at his knees (and showing that he had had his legs waxed). He walked well in his high heels, as if he had been practicing for a while, although Jon couldn't figure where or when his father would have had the opportunity.
"Well, Jon, it finally happened."
Jon didn't say anything, unsure of what his father meant.
"It wasn't like they didn't warn us or anything. Nostradamus, Arcandam, Geber, but we didn't listen. And now look at us."
"Dad, what are you talking about"
Jon's father looked at him incredulously. "Son, look at me! Look at yourself! Don't you get it? The prophecy! It explains everything!"
Jon shook his head, not following.
"Oh Jon, what do they teach you kids in school," his father sat on the bed and crossed his smooth legs, "For hundreds of years there have been prophecies stating that if men don't change their treatment of women, they would have to share their fate. Now our whole town has changed. I'm sure it's just a warning to the rest of the world, but for us it's permanent! No going back!"
"What do you mean? Can't I just go get some new clothes?"
"No Jon, I already tried that," His father sighed, "As soon as I was able to I quickly headed back to the local suit shop and bought a double breasted suit. As soon as I paid for it I went into autopilot mode, walked to the parking lot and burned it! Burned it right there! It's women's clothes or it's nothing at all."
Jon didn't know what to say. He was in the same boat as his father, but worse, since he had caused it. The sense of guilt that welled up in him was only bested by the shame he felt wearing his floral print dress in front of his father. He knew that he'd have to get used to it from now on, and that all the guys would be in the same boat, but he couldn't fight it, not yet at least.
Just when he was about to respond to his father, the door opened once again. Both men looked up to see...
