"Jon?" Zoe's voice sounded from the hallway, "Can I come in?"
Jon smirked. Sure, he'd worded his wish incorrectly, but maybe he could have some fun with it before he reversed it.
"Sure thing," he replied.
The door opened and Zoe walked in. Well, a new Zoe walked in. Gone was the darkly dressed gothic teen, and in her place was a girl with short cropped hair and no make-up, wearing blue-jeans and a t-shirt. Surprise hit Jon as he stared at his sister and realized that she looked like she had modelled her look after Jon! In fact, the t-shirt she wore was one of his old shirts, a hand-me-down from the things that no longer fit him.
She sat down on the corner of Jon's dresser, picked up a comic book that he had lying there and began to flip through it absentmindedly.
"I need your advice," she said.
"Shoot," Jon answered.
"It's just that the girls at school keep calling me names."
"Like what?"
"You know, slut, whore, skank, stuff like that?"
Jon was taken aback. "Why would they call you those names? You're not a slut!"
"I know!" Zoe's eyes filled with tears, "But it doesn't matter! It's how I dress! Sure, you can get away with it because you're older, but everyone looks at me, boys and girls, and thinks that I'm some kind of hooker because of the way I dress! I wish mom would let me buy my own clothes!"
"Zoe, there's nothing wrong with those clothes," he said soothingly, "They were mine before and nobody ever bothered me."
"Yeah right, sis," Zoe said with a sob, "That's because you'd take every boy who wanted a piece out behind the bleachers and blow them. I've heard what they say about you. They call you 'Easy Jon', even the teachers!"
Jon then...
