[Thanks to Samantha, aka Sammi Brie, for the ideas and editing in this branch.]
The changes crept over the room like a long shadow in the late evening. Fading out was the old lair of Jon Gibson, and in its wake the home of Jennifer Gibson took shape. A vanity appeared; a porn stash disappeared. Bedsheets changed color, and bras and panties started to replace the old boxers he used to have. The closet changed drastically, with tank tops, skirts, dresses, and even a cheer uniform taking the place of what had been a nondescript men’s wardrobe. And most of all changed Jon Gibson himself.
In his head—her head, now—she had started to dream a very unusual sort of dream. A very vivid, lucid sort of dream, one with such poignancy as to overwrite whatever she’d previously thought was real. Memories changed even as she dreamed them so that, when she woke up, she’d be Jennifer Gibson, in mind as well as body.
In the dream, Jen sat on a wall, after class and after spring break, swinging her legs and waiting for Karyn. The stone was tucked safely away in her purse; there wasn’t anywhere else she could think was safe to keep it. She didn’t dare hold the thing in her hands, after all, but she didn’t much trust the school lockers either.
Finally, Jen spotted Karyn, strolling towards her from across the yard. She was wearing her usual get-up of scruffy old slacks and her favourite worn old green jumper. Her long, blonde hair was in its typical ponytailed state, and she displayed her quirky grin as she spotted Jen slouched on the wall. It didn’t look half bad, Jen thought, for what minimal effort had gone into the style. Not that Jen had any right to complain: she was even more boyish than Karyn was in terms of fashion, just wearing an old dark blue hoodie and some jeans, and not bothering to do more than just brush out her own blonde hair. She’d rather not have the entire male half of the school drooling down her cleavage, thank you very much.
When Karyn finally reached Jen, she leapt up onto the wall with somewhat more ease than Jen had managed earlier.
"Hey, Jenny! How's it going? Good break?"
Jenny grinned sheepishly. "Was okay. You?"
She shrugged, "You know, same-old, same-old. There's only so many snowy mountain peaks you can gaze at in wonder in a lifetime. Honestly, I have half a mind to lend you some of my clothes and send you off with my parents next year. Could do us both good.”
Jennifer gave a half-hearted laugh. “We don’t look that much alike! Our eyes are different colors!”
“Who’s looking at our eyes? Our boobs are the same size, and that’s all the stupid boys seem to care about.”
“Har, har. But could you fool your own mother?”
“Nah, was just a thought. What even happened here, anyway? Anything of interest to report?”
“My grandfather died,” Jenny stated matter-of-factly.
It was a brief retelling. Not much needed be said about her grandfather; the really interesting bit was the stone, the capabilities of which she swiftly convinced Karyn of by swapping the colors of a few old tree branches. She was, understandably, astounded, and after only a little prodding had convinced Jen to give it to her for a few quick wishes of her own. These were interrupted, of course, by the other busty blonde girl at Lake Point High School: Sarah McMillan, head cheerleader and class-A bitch, was wandering across the yard followed by her usual entourage of drooling, overmuscled football players and other assorted testosterone-fueled flunkies.
Karyn was unimpressed. “Y’know, Jen, it upsets me. That whole… act or whatever it is that Sarah’s got, in a better world, would never work nearly as well as it seems to in this one.”
Jen rolled her eyes. “Right? The girl’s as fake as they come, and an absolute bitch underneath that, and anyone with functional brains could see it. And yet, look at those apes, following her around!”
“I tell ya,” Karyn continued, “if it were really down to just straight, basic looks, before all the everything Sarah ends up dressing herself up with, we’d be level with her, I’m sure of it.”
“We all look pretty much the same, at any rate,” Jen concurred. “Maybe if she ever mellows out, somehow, we could all band together and form the Merry Three Busty Blondes club or something.”
“Tch, yeah, I wish!” Karyn replied with a chuckle and a roll of the eyes. “It’d be an improve-”
She stopped short when she noticed Jen’s alarmed look. Her gaze was fixed on the stone, which was, just then, glowing softly as it did when granting a wish.
