Looking in the mirror, he saw his reflection. Jon was a young child, probably ten or eleven years old, who could have been male or female, though it would've taken a lot of convincing to get anyone to believe he was male. He had budding breasts and a penis and vagina both, though without balls. The end results of all his and other peoples' wishes was that his closet was filled with cutesy girls' outfits, bordering very strongly on costumes. He was currently in a crinkled blue party dress with lots of ribbons and lace, lacy blue stockings and and a blue bow in his now-blond hair; one of the wishes had been for his hair to match his appearance. Another wish had made him unable to wear normal clothes. He even slept in dresses and costumes.
It had been hellish getting an apartment of his own looking like a prepubescent girl, as reluctant as he'd been to use the rock. It tended to change far too many things for his liking. Another of his wishes meant he'd never worry about money again; where the money came from was unknown, and he had no interest in finding out. It wouldn't be pleasant. He didn't have very much to do all day but watch TV; Karyn hadn't talked to him in weeks, and she was the only friend he'd had that he kept through the wishes.
Jon plopped down on the couch, flipping on the TV and watching the first thing that came on: a news report. "Supernatural investigators may have found signs of an immortal, one living in our very city!" An excited anchor stated. A feeling of dread settled in the pit of Jon's stomach. Those supernatural investigators had come into existence because of his wishes, and now they may have been on his trail! The rock was at the bank, across town; he didn't trust himself to have it nearby, and now he'd need it to avoid being found! As he was about to get up to catch the bus, the phone rang...
