Mikey was having the time of his life. Everything that had happened since he had found that magical stone on the side had been awesome. It was really hard to not laugh every time one of his little pranks happened (he didn't want anyone to know that he was in on it) but he did his best.
When he had gotten home, the first person he'd seen was Zoe, his sister. She was so lame. Always wearing black, always moping, always working so hard on looking a certain way. It was a lucky thing he had been holding the stone when he wished that she would be more like Jon, their older brother. When the stone flashed, the wish was granted! There she was, sitting on the couch, wearing baggy jeans and a t-shirt. On the television was some sci-fi show that Jon liked, and Zoe was into it.
"Hey Zoe," he said as he walked by.
"Shhhh," she shushed him, "Battlestar's on!"
Then it occurred to Mikey that it wasn't fair that Zoe should be the only one to change. If she had to be more like a boy, maybe Jon should have to be more like a girl!
"I wish," Mikey said, looking out the window at Jon approaching the house, "that Jon would dress like a girl all the time!"
The stone flashed and Jon's clothes changed right before Mikey's eyes! It was fairly subtle, but Mikey saw it. The cut to the jeans, his sneakers turning pink, and Mikey was pretty sure that he could see bra straps under Jon's tank-top.
Mikey watched as Jon walked into the house and shot Zoe a dirty look for some reason. Maybe she was in his spot on the couch. Well, whatever the reason, Jon went upstairs to do his homework, as he usually did after school. Mikey very quickly got bored waiting.
"I wish that it was Jon's job to do things like making dinner."
Again the stone flashed, and soon enough Jon emerged from his bedroom. He had changed his clothes into a baby-blue mini-skirt and a white baby-t. Again Jon rolled his eyes at Zoe (what was the deal?), then went into the kitchen to start cooking.
Jon was a whiz in the kitchen. He'd slipped an apron on, tying around his back, and flew around the room getting things ready. Chopping, dicing, frying, cooking, Mikey was pretty sure that he'd even made a cake for dessert! When he accidentally spilled some grease onto himself, Jon sighed.
"Darnit!" Mikey's older brother said, "That went right through the apron! And I just got this skirt!"
Mikey almost lost it then. He'd snorted a few times, but had managed to keep it together. Boy, he thought, are they ever going to laugh when they find out what I did!
That's when the best prank idea ever hit him.
"I wish that Jon was our maid."
The stone flashed. Jon looked up at the clock, turned from the room and walked down the hallway into the spare bedroom. After a few minutes, Jon again emerged in new garb, but now dressed like a French maid. The skirt was short, the heels were high, his fake boobies were awesome.
"Bonjour, monsieur," Jon said in a high voice with a French accent, curtsying to Mikey, "If you will excuse moi, I must be about ze housework."
Mikey had tears in his eyes as he watched his brother show off his panties by bending over to pick up some magazines next to the couch, but he would be damned if he was going to laugh.
