"Normally I'd say the usual places but I can't decide whether or not I want you and it's driving me nuts," Jon said under his breath, blushing brightly. "Sorry, Trev, I know that's really creepy."
"Nah, not at all. I know you're curious. Wanna take me up on my offer for that lesbo action, eh?" she asked, sounding hopeful, though whether that was because she was uncomfortable with a guy, Jon didn't know.
"When my grandpa died," he began, looking around for people nearby and seeing none, "he left me something." He took the stone out of his pocket, and before Trevor could ask, he continued, "It's a wishing stone. You're not gonna believe me. But tell me one minor thing you'd want right now."
Trevor immediately said, "I want what I picked out in there," hooking a thumb back to the store.
"I wish you were wearing that lingerie you tried on a few minutes ago, instead of the underwear you have on now." They both looked away and rubbed their eyes, like there was something in them.
"Wow, holy shit," she exclaimed, looking at the highly visible red bra through her white tank top. "It actually happened. This feels good. Can I see it?"
Jon nodded, handing it to her, with a feeling he was forgetting something. Oh well, it'll come.
"I wish I had a sexy girl's voice to match this body," she said, and several seconds later she spoke up in an entirely different voice. "Testing. Oh, wow, this is different..."
Suddenly Jon realized what he'd forgotten. "Oh shit, oh shit. I forgot to tell you wishes are permanent. I'm sorry!"
She looked at him, red mouth hanging open. "W-what?"
"Wishes are permanent. You're gonna have that voice forever... at least, if that's how the stone interpreted it. Maybe it's just as long as you look like that."
"I wish we were at my house!" she said, and suddenly they were, standing in her room in front of a large metal object straight out of Star Trek. Trevor stepped into it, sliding the door on it closed. Jon heard beeping from inside, and saw a flash like a copy machine, then the door opened again on its own. Out stepped Trevor as Jon knew him; he said, "I hope this works."
It didn't. He spoke in a girl's voice still, one that next yelled, "Fuck!" The stone was dropped to the floor, where Jon picked it up.
"Sorry..."
