Jon, who thought he was dressed as a French maid after losing a bet with his mother, was having more fun than he'd have ever thought possible. No one seemed to recognize him, except Karyn, so he just relaxed and had a good time.
He and Karyn danced together most of the night. Karyn almost never wore high heels, so when they were both wearing them, Jon and Karyn were the same height. Every now and them he'd look down at himself and almost gasp audibly, but for the most part, he forgot about the nature of his costume. He was actually glad that his mother had made him practice in heels at home for the last few weeks. He was really enjoying dancing with Karyn, and he'd have been unable to without that practice.
Jon had always wanted more to happen between him and Karyn, but he was too shy. Of course, even at school dances and the like they'd never dance together like this. Jon was seriously considering kissing Karyn, but every time he came close, he'd notice his costume, and chicken out. Would Karyn even kiss him while he looked like a girl? Would he want their first kiss to be like this?
About an hour before the party was due to end, Karyn and Jon were slow dancing, when Jon couldn't resist any farther. He leaned forward and kissed her, slowly and deeply, and she responded in kind. Of course, the obvious effect on Jon was to make "Mr. Happy" stand at attention, but the gaff made this painful and uncomfortable. Jon started wiggling a little, trying to adjust himself without reaching up his skirt, which turn Karyn on even more. The kiss seemed to last an eternity, yet happened all too quickly for either of them. Finally, Jon had to break away. "I've got to run to the restroom, Karyn."
Karyn followed him into the restroom. The ladies room was luckily once again deserted, and Jon slipped into a stall to try to adjust himself.
Karyn stood by the sinks, still recovering from the kiss. She started feeling guilty about making the wishes, and figured she should at least tell Jon.
"Jon, I have a confession to make."
Jon stopped trying to adjust himself and stepped out of the stall. "What is it, Karyn?" he asked, concerned.
"I made some wishes earlier today. You were going to dress up as a stormtrooper, and I wanted you to be an elf. So I wished that you'd wear what I picked instead of what you picked, and this is what we got."
"You mean I didn't really lose a bet with Mom?"
"Nope. I did it. I'm sorry, Jon." Karyn hung her head, ashamed.
Jon hugged Karyn. "It's okay, Sweetie. It's been fun. But since I didn't really lose a bet, I'm going to do something about this. My panties are pinching my ball sack, if you must know, and it's really starting to hurt. Let me see the stone."
Karyn passed it to Jon. Jon, still wiggling, trying to get himself un-pinched, quickly said, "I wish I wasn't in drag." The stone flashed, but nothing seemed to happen. At least he wiggled his way out of being pinched.
"Whoops, can't reverse a wish. At least I managed to wiggle myself unpinched." Jon dropped the stone back into Karyn's handbag, and quickly kissed Karyn. "Let's finish this party, then. I can get out of this getup when I get home."
As he sashayed out the door, Karyn noticed how he moved so much like a natural woman. "Shake it, Jon!" she called out.
He stopped, cocked his hip, and licked his lips at her seductively. Karyn almost forgot right then that Jon wasn't really a girl, or that he wasn't supposed to be. Then he giggled and asked her to dance.
