Karyn was already waiting for Jon. As a tomboy, it had taken her much less time to get ready. Jon was always a little jealous of her, or at least the boobies she sported. It just didn't seem fair, that so many girls seemed to complain about having boobs, yet the ones who wanted boobs were denied them. Once he got his wishing stone back, Jon thought that maybe he could use it to wish up a real pair of boobs.
"Looking good, Jonny-boy," teased Karyn. "The other guys aren't going to be able to keep their hands off of you."
"Thanks," Jon replied, blushing. "Do you have rock, Karyn?"
"Sure do," she said, handing it to him. "What did you want to do with it?"
Jon blushed again. "I'd like real boobs, Karyn. I'm tired of this 'breast form' nonsense. I want the real deal."
"Are you sure?" asked Karyn. "What size are you thinking of? Remember, tits can be heavy."
"A little above average, I think," said Jon. "My breast forms are a c-cup?"
"Yeah," said Karyn. "About that. And remember to put in an escape clause in case you want to change their size or take them away."
Jon made his wish. "I wish that, until I wish otherwise, I had a pair of c-cup breasts so that I didn't have to wear breast forms any more." The stone flashed. The breast forms disappeared and a strange weight attached themselves to his chest. Jon gave them a few experimental squeezes. They were real, all right.
"Looking good," said Karyn. "Was there anything else that you wanted to wish for before we went to school?"
"No," said Jon, "But I would like to talk to you about the wish you made last night. Since you didn't give me boobies, what did you change?"
