The rest of the school day was surprisingly uneventful. No one seemed to notice Mikey's new bra, but his boobies were still the center of attention. By the end of the day he was actually sort of getting used to it, as horrifying as the thought was. Once he'd gotten home, he immediately walked up to his room, as quickly as he could without running and setting them bouncing. He had a pretty good idea of what the cause of it was.
He laid down on his bed, the only way he could get the huge mounds on his chest out of the way enough to reach into his pocket; a ten-year-old boy's body was not meant to carry an adult woman's breasts. The rock had to be it. It got really hot when he said "I wish."
"I wish I didn't have these boobies anymore." He declared, but nothing happened. Was it one-time use only? Had he really used up the one wish Jon had on it? Mikey sighed, closing his eyes and just laying there on his bed. After only a couple of minutes, an angry voice called out and the rock was snatched from his hand.
"I was looking for this! You know you're not supposed to take things out of my room!" Jon scowled down at him. "You didn't wish for anything, did you?" Mikey motioned to his chest.
"Oh, no..." The angry look on Jon's face dissipated immediately as he helped Mikey up. "Really?" He nodded, and Jon just sighed. "I suppose this is a good thing. Those things gave you a horrible life. If you don't really remember it..." Jon smiled. "Well, let's try to fix it."
