"I wish that, until I wish otherwise ..." He paused, peeking out the window at Mrs. Wilson and...Sarah McMillan. She was walking down the street. She did that a few times a week. His house happened to be on the road between Melissa Smith's house, and Biff Meadows' house. She often walked the few blocks between.
He watched Mrs. Wilson give a friendly hello, as she did to everyone, and Sarah ignore it. That gave him an idea.
Outside, Sarah McMillan ignored the old woman. She didn't like old people. All this woman did, every time she saw her was work in her garden.
As Jon peeked out the window, and made a wish, Sarah suddenly felt dizzy. She leaned against the fence and looked up at the old bat. But she wasn't so old anymore. She could see the woman suddenly...somehow, growing younger.
"What's happening to you?" She asked Sarah, sounding confused.
To me? She looked herself, and watched as her stylish clothes began to reform into a ratty blue housecoat. She was starting to feel a bit fatigued, and her joints were starting to hurt.
Meanwhile, Sarah could see the old woman's white hair turn brown, starting to stream down her shoulders as the sagging parts of her figure started to firm up. She was growing more and more youthful and attractive with each moment.
She only barely noticed her own changes, as her body matured through its twenties and thirties, and went over the hump into middle age.
She blinked again as the old woman's changes slowed down. Now, a teenager stood before her, about her age.
These teenagers. I can't believe what they wear today.. She thought, then stopped. Where did that thought come from?_
"What just happened?" The teenage Mrs. Wilson said. "You're...look at you." She looked down at herself. "Look at me..."
Jon peeked out the window with a smile. He'd change them back...eventually.
