"Um... yeah? Can I help you?"
I shouldn't have looked up. That was my first mistake. I'd been extremely relieved when Zoe answered the door, seemingly unaffected by last night's... let's call it... catastrophe. Maybe it was just a dream, I'd told myself, a hellish nightmare I could shake off. I'd tell Jon all about it and we'd have a good laugh. This is exactly why you're not an optimist Karyn.
Jon's sister had left me at the bottom of the staircase. She was a bit of a snooty bitch about it - No change there - and everything seemed so normal. I mean there's no way that actually happened right? It's like something right out of a fantasy novel! But then I'd brushed a strand of long, blond hair away from my eye, and glanced down at my... new tits, and I knew...
I shouldn't have looked up.
Jen looked amazing! Holy shit! She's hot as fuck! She was standing at the top of the stairs, wearing nothing but a black, satin robe tied off at the waist and cut to her mid thigh. Her cleavage was spilling out and, from here I could almost see up the bottom of her robe. Her hands were on her hips and she had this holier than though expression on her face that was doing funny things to me. I bit my lower lip, tried to quiet my stupid body's urges, and stammered a little.
Keep it together Karyn! Geez! You're not even gay! My nose crinkled. Okay, yeah. You're super fucking gay. But you weren't yesterday. My eyes trailed back up to her chest. Besides, this isn't some girl. It's your best friend and HE needs your help.
Right.
"Hey! My eyes are up here perv." Jen's expression turned to irritation for a moment, before showing surprise. "Wait... I know you."
"You... you do?" Once again, against my better judgment, I allowed myself a fleeting moment of hope. "Thank God! I Was afraid -"
"Yeah. You're Carol, right? Or Kari?" You should know better than to get your hopes up. "You're that lesbian girl everyone's always talking about." She crossed her arms over her chest, lifting her breasts and probably taking a year or two off my life in the process.
So fucking hot...
"Okay... well, lesbian girl seems a little redundant, but -"
"So... what are you doing here?"
That's a great question. In my rush to help Jon, I hadn't really stopped to consider the implications of... last night's wishes. Of course she didn't know me. Jon... Jen... Whatever the proper name is right now remembers living her entire life as Jen. I seriously doubt some snobby cheerleader spent any time hanging out with the school's token gay girl. The only reason I remembered my old life is because I was allowed to hear the wishes as they were being made. Also, your apparently a social pariah, so school's gonna be really fun today...
"I uh..." Dammit! I can't tell her anything about the wishing stone. Stupid wish! I had to come up with something...
