What kind of person are we dealing with here? Jon sat at his desk, pretending to focus on his textbook. Inside, his mind was on other things. So far, this guy's wishes reflect the average hormone-driven teenager with too much power on his hands. But could he be more? A perv? A future megalomaniac?
I wonder if he really is a hottie.
Jon blinked. Where had that thought come from? Maybe this oversexed body was affecting his brain.
After all, he had wished that he would remember how things should be. Still, that did not necessarily mean that his emotions would remain the same. In fact, the more he thought of it, the more unsure he felt about whether simply remembering would protect him all that much. He needed to be extra careful.
For the rest of the day, he kept an eye out for any more changes. Thankfully, he did not detect anything unusual, at least nothing more unusual than things had already become. He hoped that the mystery wisher had decided to put off any more wishes for now. However, a nagging feeling in the back of his brain warned him that more subtle changes would be hard to spot among the broader ones.
Finally, his last class ended, and he met up with Karyn at her locker. As they had arranged, they would take Karyn's car, since Jon had no memory of knowing how to drive.
As they approached the entrance leading out to the parking lot, Karyn leaned toward Jon and whispered, "You may want to brace yourself."
Jon looked at her curiously. "What for?"
"You'll see."
