"Exposure to the rays of the altered sun appears to turn people into the sexual fantasy of the person closest to them, including their clothing," explained the news anchor, who was safe inside a studio. "It also appears that any other clothing they attempt to put on will transform as well. Our reporters have confirmed this through...first-hand experience."
A blonde reporter with a microphone appeared on the screen with a graphic beneath her reading "Earlier This Morning." She was standing in what Jon recognized as the park across from city hall, talking about a city council meeting "later today," but then the light suddenly changed. It got a bit more orange, but it seemed to also be creating a faint speckled pattern on every surface. "Whoa," she said. "Can you see that through the camera? I think -- what the hell?"
She looked down at herself, and it became obvious that her skin was darkening to a chocolate brown color. Her body was reshaping itself, forming an exaggerated hourglass figure, made obvious by the fact that her conservative skirt-and-sweater combination was shrinking into a halter top and a ruffled miniskirt. Her blonde hair began darkening just as the camera panned down to her legs, and her sensible pumps suddenly changed into platform shoes with very high heels.
The camera kept panning down, though, and was now straight down on the cameraman's body. Whatever shoes he'd been wearing must have already changed to sandals, but he'd caught his jeans were shrinking into a Speedo, and a shirt was briefly visible before it shrunk and changed material to form a leather vest. His skin was lightening from a chocolate brown to what looked like a tan Caucasian shade, as it expanded and rippled with newly-visible muscle, most obviously on his abdomen, where an incredible six-pack had formed.
With that, he whipped the camera around, now apparently holding it with arms extended toward himself. His face filled the screen, with his lips thinning, his nose shrinking, and the tight curls of his black hair relaxing and lengthening, becoming a light brown color.
The camera whipped back around to focus again on the reporter, although she was really only recognizable as such because she still had the microphone in one hand. The blue-eyed blonde was gone; now she looked like an "ebony" porn star, with melon-sized breasts, ridiculously wide hips, a skimpy outfit, gaudy jewelry including a gold choker that read "SLUT," makeup vivid enough to still be visible on her dark skin, and waist-length jet-black hair that had obviously been straightened.
A confused expression on her face, she pointed to her right. The cameraman panned to the left.
On the sidewalk at the edge of the park stood a handsome Latino man in an all-black outfit. Next to him was a large-breasted girl with chin-length blonde hair in what was almost a high-school cheerleading outfit, but it showed off way too much midriff and the skirt was way too short for it to be authentic. Both were looking down at themselves as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing. The camera panned up just a bit to show a delivery truck had stopped in the street diagonally across two lanes of traffic; the door of the cab opened, and what appeared to be a blonde cheerleader identical to the first hopped out onto the pavement, screaming something.
Jon's father Mark turned off the TV. "This is getting repetitive -- every channel has video like this. Next someone's gonna put on a jacket or something, and it'll disappear, or they'll try taking off a bracelet, and it'll just pop right back onto their arm."
"I guess no one's going to work or school today," said Linda, Jon's mother.
Jon wondered what was going on. This seemed to obviously be due to his wish for something interesting to happen, but how could the stone affect the sun if it could only affect things within a few miles?
"What are we going to do?" asked Mark. "We can't hide in here forever. We probably need food, at least."
"Not like anyone's going to be at the stores to sell it today," mused Linda. "I guess we'll have to wait for nighttime."
"If this sun thing doesn't affect us by then," said Mark.
"Yeah," said Linda. She tilted her head a bit and stared at her husband, seemingly lost in thought.
Jon ran back upstairs. If the stone could affect the sun this one time, maybe it could do it again! Maybe he could fix this mess!
(Some of this borrowed from Weirdoid's "Plaid Sun" episodes.)
