I stood there waiting for Jon to show up. He was my best freind, and I loved him for all of his flaws but he had the speed and punctuality of a dead turtle. That boy was never on time, and today of all days. I looked down at my wristwatch again, noticing with a little frustration that I had been waiting here for ten minutes. If he didn't hurry his ass up, he was gonna be walking to school alone! I was just about to start walking when I finally saw him running toward me. He was fumbling with something in his trapper-keeper and didn't see me.
"About time Jon-Boy!" I shouted, "I was just about to walk to school without you!" I didn't even try to hide my irritation.
"Sorry Kar..." For some reason he stopped when he looked up at me. He looked awfully surprised about something. I noticed his eyes lingering on my body.
"Hey!" I snapped, "Jon, I'm up here!" I waved, trying to capture his attention. "Yoo-hoo!"
Finally he looked up at me, his eyes still carrying that look of wonder and surprise. Something about it didn't sit well with me. Without realizing it, I started clutching my book bag a litle tighter.
"Jon," I said, my anger slowly dying, "What's wrong?
"Nothing," he finally mumbled, almost under his breath. "Nothing's wrong."
I didn't like the skittish tone in his voice, "Then why are you looking at me like..." a thought suddenly occured to me, followed by a wave of terror. "Jon," I said with a calm I didn't currently possess, "did you make another wish? Did you change me somehow?" I paused, not sure I wanted an answer, "Please be honest with me Jon."
"No," he said, and for some reason I believed him. He was my best freind after all. He wouldn't do something like that. Not to me anyway.
All the same, I took a quick look down at myself, making sure nothing had changed. My breasts, after recent events they were the first thing I checked, were still the same modest B cups we'd managed to change them back to yesterday. I was glad about that. Aside from the fact that none of my tops had fit over those monsters particularly well, lugging them around all day had been quite the chore. I pulled a strand of hair around, making sure it was still short and red. Check. I was starting to feel a little bit better when I noticed his stare again.
Of course he was staring, I reassured myself. That was the point, right. I was wearing six-inch stilleto heels, which my feet were finally starting to get used to, that climbed halfway up my fishnet clad legs. The garters slid down from beneath my black leather miniskirt which stopped just a few inches below my ass. My cleavage was enhanced by the lacy black push-up bra I was wearing, clearly visible beneath my mesh shirt. My makeup probably wasn't helping matters either. Before leaving the house this morning, I'd applied a generous coating of the deepest, sluttiest red lipstick I had, not to mention the light blue eye shadow. Of course he was looking. I had dressed to be looked at! I had to today if I had any hope of...
"Shit!" I shouted, looking back at my watch, "We gotta go Jon. I don't wanna be late! Not today." I started walking, hoping he would follow...
Suddenly I felt a nicotene craving hit. Fumbling through my little black leather purse, I found my smokes and my pretty pink zeppo and lit one. Inhaling that first drag, I felt a bit better. Not hearing anything, I turned to see Jon holding the rock. When he saw me looking, he quickly put it away, jogging to catch up. I wondered if he'd made another wish, but didn't have time to press the issue.
"So, what's so important about today?" he asked, matter of factly.
I almost stopped dead, I was so stunned by the question. Taking another drag, allowing the acrid smoke to fill my lungs, "I can't believe you forgot today is..."
