At five in the morning, Jon was still at Ms. Watson's house, believe it or not. And he wasn't asleep either. Although he was in bed.
"Ms. Watson. Uh, I mean Phoebe."
"Yes, Jon?" she cooed.
"You know that wish to be a catgirl?"
"Yeah?"
"Well ... I can make that happen."
Ms. Watson sat up a little, her large naked breasts not sagging a bit. "How?"
Jon debated over the last three hours (well, when he wasn't enthralled in sex) whether or not he should tell her about the wishing stone. He felt like they had a definite connection. Whether that was because of the stone or not, it didn't matter. He felt like he could trust her. Completely trust her.
"I have a wishing stone."
"What?"
She obviously didn't believe him, so he told her all about it. What it could and couldn't do, and so forth. He kept out the fact that he used it on her, but told her about everything else. He didn't want her to have a bad reaction.
"So, do you still want to do it?" Jon asked.
