Landing at Jon’s feet was a pair of bright green, window-toed, five inch, women’s size 6.5 stiletto pumps with a large matching sequence bow on the top of each one. Instantly, Jon felt his feet contort and shrink to presumably fit his new footwear. To the surprise of both Jon’s and Sarah’s surprise, visible through a hole in one of his socks were matching painted toenails.
“Whoa, I didn’t see that coming,” said Sarah. “It looks good, though. I you have that on, I wonder what else changed.”
On top of his dresser, she found a new box with a collection of nail polish in a wide variety of colors.
“Oo, Jon, you have some cute ones in here. I might need to borrow some from you at some point. Let’s make sure you get the most out of these. I wish that Jon will make sure he always wears toenail polish that matches his chosen footwear.”
A flash indicated to Jon that he was condemned to a life of painted toenails.
“Alright, let’s look at your shoe collection,” Sarah pronounced.
Going back to his closet, where once had been a pile of various shoes on the floor was now a neatly racked compilation of shoes and other footware. There were more pumps, of course, but also wedges, sandals, boots, and even some fetish shoes, none of them with a heel under three inches.
“Oh, these are fantastic!” exclaimed Sarah. Let’s try some on. I wish Jon is wearing his shoes with the the tallest heel.”
With a flash, Jon felt his feet and ankles encased in a pair of fetish ballet shoes with powder blue, seven inch stiletto heels. At the same moment, Jon also felt compelled to break his bonds and started trying to get up.
“What are you doing?” Sarah asked aghast. “Why are you freaking out all of a sudden?”
“The shoes!” shouted Jon, “they don’t match my toenails, I don’t want to, but I have a sudden need to repaint to match!”
“Oh, that’s it?” replied Sarah. “ I’ll fix that real quick; just calm down. I wish Jon’s toenail polish matches the shoes he is now wearing.”
A flash, and just like that, Jon relaxed.
“God, you are weird,” Sarah said dismissively. “We’ll, now that you aren’t freaking out, let’s look at you shoes.”
She turned to the foot of his bed.
“Wow! Bold choice. Incredibly impractical, but bold. Have fun walking around in those.”
Looking again, though, she noticed something was off.
“Ugh! Boys. Jon, you cannot wear socks with shoes like that, and white cotton athletic socks especially. And those have a hole! Why do you even still have them? No, no, no; this won’t do. I wish the socks Jon is wearing would appear at the foot of his bed.”
The stone flashed again, and Jon found himself with only the ballet heels on his feet. Sarah then went to his dresser and pulled out all his socks. She did the same from his dirty laundry. Like with the shoe, she then sent them through the blue box.
“Now, Jon, let’s fox your look,” said Sarah as she opened the red box. “Here, Jon, these are yours, now.”
