The party was, officially, called the "post-Spring-Break party", but basically, it was just a party with a flimsy excuse.
"Okay," announced the party's host. "I managed to get my older brother to buy some lesbian powder, so there's a special bowl of punch on the side. Be careful, and have fun."
"So you mean," yelled Sarah, "that if I drink that I'll start sleeping with every girl in the room? Fat chance."
"It doesn't make you not be you. You wouldn't sleep with any girl in the room unless you're a slut who'd sleep with any boy in the room before drinking it. You'd just find that some girls turn you on and your boyfriend doesn't, and you could always give him some too."
"How bad's the dose?"
"Around three hours a cup. Don't drink too much or it won't wear off before school tomorrow."
"I can't believe," whispered Karyn, "that everyone thinks it's completely normal to go to the store and buy some. It didn't even exist, for anyone, until I wished it up! And everyone's acting as if getting it is like buying beer! I don't think I completely understood what the stone can do until now...."
Karyn walked up to the bowl of punch. There was a crude cartoon drawing of a girl on a motorcycle with short hair, throwing a punch at the edge of the drawing. Underneath it read "Lesbian Punch". She pretended to hesitate for a while, then filled a paper cup for herself with the red liquid.
Drinking it, of course, didn't make her feel different at all... but she knew that she could do what she wanted for the next few hours without anyone knowing she's a lesbian for real. They'd all blame it on the punch.
Several people oohed and awwed as Karyn downed a cup of the sweet drink, then poured one for Jon. "Here you go, Jon," she said, handing him the cup. "Have some boobs."
