Jon followed Robert to the table. Robert pulled out a chair, waiting for Jon to sit in it. Jon sat, nervously smiling at Robert. Robert took his seat on the other side.
"I'm starving." Robert said while opening the menu.
Jon gripped the stone in his purse, he had to figure out a way to get out of this.
"What're you gonna have, baby? I'm thinking the bacon cheeseburger for myself." Robert said while idly flipping through the menu.
Jon looked across the table, still trying to think of a way out of this. "Uhh, a salad I guess? Gotta watch my figure." Jon was puzzled why he said that. "Actually, I need to go the bathroom real quick." Jon stood up and headed to the bathrooms.
There was only one bathroom, Jon headed into it. He headed straight for a stall.
"What am I gonna do?" He thought out loud. No matter what he did, he could not contradict his earlier wish of the date going well. Nor could he contradict his wish about being 'dressed to impress.'
Jon gripped the stone in his purse. "I wish my date was more attractive to me." Jon felt confident, thinking he had out-smarted the stone. "Now how to fix myself?" He looked out from the stall into the mirror, he looked ridiculous with his hairy body in the dress. "I wish I looked better for this outfit."
Jon felt a sudden change. He inspected himself and realized that every inch of his body hair was gone. He brushed an errant strand of hair out his face, wait what? Jon had a full head of long, curly, feminine hair. Something else felt amiss in his panties. He reached down to investigate and was relieved that his penis was still there, but it felt considerably smaller.
"Oh darn it!" Jon placed his hand over his mouth. Jon had a much more feminine inflection to his voice. Jon realized that the more he kept wishing, the more things would get worse. There was no way out of this date. He stepped out fo the stall, touched up his make-up and went back out.
