Back to Jon:
The morning was colder than I expected, and my light sweater wasn't really enough to block out the chill. I debated wishing up a warmer jacket as I fingered the mysterious box in my pocket, but decided that I'd rather endure some unpleasant temperature rather than make a poorly worded wish. I wouldn't want to accidentally wish myself into the desert or something. My shoes left a thick track of footprints in the dew-covered grass as I lightly jogged through the park. The sun hadn't risen yet, and the shadows around the park flickered maliciously in the orange light of the old street lamps. Karen was already waiting at our favorite park bench I arrived there. She always was more alert in the morning. She was wearing what seemed to be a new sports bra, stretched taunt by her wish yesterday, and black running shorts. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. She seemed impervious to the cold. All in all, she was absolutely striking.
"I told my parents I was going for a morning run," she explained as she pointed to her pink lace up running shoes.
"Ah." I stammered, trying not to stare at her new assets and fully exposed, well-toned midriff. "I, uh well I forgot to tell my parents I was leaving. But they don't get up before I go to school anyway. So it should be fine."
"I know I look slutty like this, but most of my wardrobe changed after the wish," Karen said as she lifted up her boobs, letting them drop and jiggle even in the confining sports bra. I tried to push the outrageous though from my mind of how much they might move outside of a bra.
Just as I was about to say something more, a loud crack, accompanied by a flash and a shriek, echoed through the park. We were not alone.
Hushed voices could just be made out over the low rumbling that was now shaking the ground. Through a grove of trees black silhouettes moved quickly. Karen bounded over silently, her long legs carrying her quickly over towards the noise. I wanted to call her back, but was too scared that I might be too loud and overheard. People out at this ungodly hour couldn't be up to much good. I had little choice but to follow her and hope we could sneak away quietly.
