She wasn't going to say that she was perfect, far from it in fact. Every time she glanced down toward her new breasts, or had to brush a stray strand of long, blond hair away from her eyes, Karyn was reminded that she could be just as stupid as the next person on occasion, but what the hell had Jon been thinking? How had he not learned from what had happened to her after school on the wall? It had been about an hour since Jon had wished her into his room and revealed what he had done, and her own worries were keeping her awake. What if he had done something to her? She hadn't heard the wish so she supposed anything could have changed and she would never have known it. Jon didn't seem to have noticed anything different about her physically so she obviously looked the same, but that was a small comfort. Anything else could have changed, and it would seem like it had always been that way to her.
Karyn was in the middle of such thoughts when she felt a bright flash. Having closed her eyes against the sudden light, she opened them and once again found herself in Jon's room.
"Okay Jon," she said quietly, not wanting to wake anybody else as she stood up. "This isn't funny."
It was dark in her friend's room, and quiet. She glanced toward the bed and didn't see Jon anywhere. "Jon," she whispered, her anger quickly evaporating.
There was no answer. This was getting creepy. It was almost midnight and she was wandering around in the dark, half-naked, in her best friend's room.
"Kinda freaking me out Jon," she whispered. It was then that she noticed the light coming from beneath the door. Like a lot of houses in the neighborhood, Jon's bedroom shared a bathroom with his younger sister Zoe's room. Slowly, she approached it, tip toeing across the carpet. "Jon," she whispered when she was standing next to it. "Jon, are you in there?"
"Uh huh," a voice whispered.
"I'm going to open the door Jon," Karyn whispered. "I'm going to open it slowly."
Steadying herself, worried about what she might find, Karyn slowly opened the door. The creaking noise it made seemed almost supernaturally loud, likely because she was so concerned about being quiet. The door was all the way open, and Karyn looked into the room. There she saw
