Ms. Folkes was just beginning the class when Jon and Saralyne came rushing in. She gave the pair an amused look, but let them take their seats without incident. Shortly after assigning a set of worksheets, however, she did call Jon up to her desk.
"Of this is about us being tardy, I can explain..." Jon said. Neither he nor Ms. Folkes paid any mind to the fact his voice was now an incredibly feminine soprano.
"Madison, you were only two minutes after the final bell, I really couldn't care less," the Spanish teacher replied. "Besides, you could skip every day for the rest of the year and still easily pass this class. Actually, I called you up because I need you to do a favor for me."
"What sort of favour?"
"You have a car, right? Well then I need you to pick something up for me from the post office, a box from a friend of mine in Mexico. It's for the Spanish club, and as it would turn out that idiot Souchets has pushed things up to the point that I need it by the end of today. But I have classes for the rest of school, so if you could just collect it for me, that'd be a huge help."
"But why me? Most of my fellows can drive as well."
"Because, Madison, most of them would take the opportunity to run off or some other nonsense. You, on the other hand, I have found to be completely trustworthy. Additionally, you have over a hundred percent in the class, your Spanish vocabulary is even more expansive than mine, and you can differentiate whether a speaker is from Madrid or Barcelona. You hardly need to do a few menial worksheets over the present perfect tense."
"Well then, I am at your service," Jon said, giving a mock curtsy. He grabbed his bag and exited the classroom, giving Saralyne a friendly wave as he left, and headed down the hall to his car. A few moments later Jon arrived at his car, a beat up old 1984 Accord which he was never certain whether was originally grey or white.
Jon got in and buckled his seat, rolling down the window using the old crank handle. He noticed his seat belt felt a little off for a moment, not noticing that when the odd feeling faded it was due to the fact that his waist had shrunk until it was a mere twenty one inches around. He started the old car and set out in the direction of the post office.
The drive was uneventful for Jon, who was completely unaware of the shifting environment around him. He failed to notice how his car began to change, how the upholstery was suddenly white leather or how he was suddenly using an built in gps to find the post office. By the time he pulled into the post office parking lot, Jon was driving a red 2009 Lamborghini Reventon, far cry from the old hand me down it was before. Jon opening the scissor door to his car, Jon stepped out and made his way inside. Jon himself had changed during his drive, his hips growing to a fruitful and alluring width and contrasting his supple waist rather nicely. His walk now possessed a feminine sway to it, and he turned several heads as he entered the post office, his oglers paying no mind to the bulge in the front of his skirt.
Peering down the rather long queue to the counter, Jon uttered a curse and strutted to the back of it. At this rate, it would take him ages to get back...
And by the time Jon returned, he would be reentering a school as radically different from its former self as the Jon who lost the stone and the one who now waited impatiently in line. For as the mysterious new owner of the wishing stone expanded their scope, Jon's rather ordinary high school began to grow and rearrange itself until it had become anything but ordinary...
