Jon sat back on his bed, idly scratching his chin with the stone. He mulled over what to do with Karyn. While he felt bad, the fact that the changes weren't permanent made the whole thing seem like harmless fun to him. No, the real problem he mused, was that Karyn's perspective was out of whack with the perception of her. Jon paused, grinned impishly, and made a wish.
"I wish that, for the next 24 hours, Karyn will act like the school slut."
The rock warmed in his hands as he thought about how Karyn might change tomorrow. Then he froze, remembering that the perception of her as school slut was going to wear off right after school tomorrow. She'd have another half day of acting like the school slut after people stop thinking of her that way.
He chided himself briefly for being so careless, but shrugged it off. It was only for a day, and seeing the reverse side of the story could be really interesting.
Karyn shook her head, feeling a chill run down her spine. She looked down at the open textbook on her desk. Had she been studying? Why had she suddenly thought that was a good idea? Well fuck it, she thought to herself. It wasn't too late for her to have some fun. She picked up her phone and thumbed through her contacts.
"What the fuck happened to my contact list?" she wondered aloud (and irritably) as she was unable to find the numbers of Steve, Biff, or the twelve other boys she enjoyed calling upon on a semiregular basis. All she had was the number of that loser Jon. Unlike a couple of the nerds she'd fucked, she didn't recall Jon having a big enough dick for her to care about him, nor did she recall him doing her homework for her often enough for her to have a reason to call him. She rolled her eyes and gave an annoyed sigh. She'd have to get her phone fixed this weekend.
It took her some time to find Steve's number in the student directory, but she managed. She traced her finger across her desk in a figure eight as the phone rang. She grinned when he answered. "Hey stud... you still wanna hang out?"
