The next night came and Jon still hadn't picked out what to wear. He wanted to look cute for Biff, but couldn't decide on anything. Sitting down he idly handled the rock, debating if he could wish up the perfect outfit, one that would drive Biff wild. Suddenly, he had an idea.
"I wish," said Jon, "that as long as my previous wish about Biff was in effect, as a way of expressing our sexual preferences, Biff, the football team, the coach and I all had devoted part of our wardrobe to women's clothing. This amount could vary from one or two women's outfits to virtually everything. From skirts and dresses to bikinis and high heels, we would have a varied selection of clothing and accessories. These outfits would be seen as no more unusual than our sexuality and we would especially enjoy wearing them at parties and other functions."
The stone flashed. Jon went to his closet and found skirts, dresses, and blouses in addition to his regular clothing. His dresser contained panties and bras. His male had vanished. A massive collection of what must have been eighty or ninety pairs of high heeled shoes appeared next to his one pair of boy's shoes. Damn, thougth Jon. When did I become the shoe fetishist. A dozen handbags and purses appeared.
Jon picked out a green sleeveless dress with a matching purse and five inch heels. He was just slipping on his shoes when his mom called, "Jon, Biff is here to pick you up."
Jon raced down the stairs as fast as his heels would let him without breaking his neck in the process. Strangely, the one thing that kept running through his head was, I don't have nearly enough shoes.
