"Yannah, sit down on the pottie... You need to rest for a second! You have a huge bump that's swelling on your head!" The girl she would come to know as Zayliah sounded very, very panicked, looking at her sister up and down. "I don't know if we have enough foundation to cover it before the cheer show on Friday! You look all out of sorts!" Jon watched as these beautiful women went to nurse him and take care of the bump on his head, not even able to parse all the words that had just been thrown at him.
The one that looked a bit like Sarah—just bustier and with more elegant flowing hair—cooed gently, "I'm here for you, Razzah's going to take care of you, Yannah, my beautiful sister, just like you have always been there for me," and began to stroke Jon's glamorous locks of hair.
"Look, Yannah, maybe we just need to get you some fresh air. How about we all take a walk, okay?" Jon nodded, his long, silky hair blurring his vision and bouncing with every head bob of agreement. Everything was so confusing, and his forehead was throbbing; maybe a walk around the block and some sunlight would help him get his head straight and figure out what havoc his wish exactly caused.
Jon followed the two through the house, managing to notice there were no stairs, and out to the street. At first blush, things looked sort of normal, but the colors were off: the grass was blue, the trees looked red, the sun a bright disk in an unmissably orange sky. The three made a slow walk through the neighborhood, which at least seemed nice and well maintained.
Unfortunately for Jon, that's where the similarities seemed to stop. In just two blocks of walking, he was treated to sights that were far more than weird recolors. Several extremely tall men ambling down the street in outfits that left not very much to the imagination. Three girls, who looked identical, riding what appeared to be a giant cat with a saddle on it. There was a woman pushing a dog in a stroller. He looked up in hopes of finding something more typical, but the slowly dimming late afternoon sky... Is that two moons I see up there? He blinked, hoping he just had a bad case of double vision, but no, there were two moons. "Am I dead? How is this real!?" He felt his own sanity slipping with every step.
"What did you say, Yannah?" Jon could barely hear Zayliah over the insistent clicking noise that seemed to be following them. And then he realized, looking down, trying to avoid the sight of his massive breasts... I am wearing heels! High heels! So are they... And they're not even short ones!
That realization caused the wheels to fall off of Jon's fragile mental state. "I'm taking these off right now!" Jon shrieked, throwing the sparkly black shoes into a planter. But that only made things worse. He went from tired and his legs being sore to his legs absolutely aching in agony. It was like his feet needed to be perched up; even just standing without heels, he found himself on tiptoes. His sisters could tell he was hurting and quickly fetched his open-toed pumps, and they felt better once they were back on his feet, as if they were slippers.
Razzah and Zayliah could tell she was about to cry and led her to a park bench. Jon looked off into the distance as children played in the background, feeling aware of the hips of his sisters against his...her? own on either side. It felt like they had no indiscretions about being close to one another, like that's how they'd always been...
"Yannah, what's going on, girl? Something is definitely up. You know you can tell us anything."
