(Author's Note: Most of this episode is taken from Burke Rakers' episode.)
After making his wish, Tyrone opened the passenger side door and said "Get in."
Jonella smiled, pleased it had worked. She scrambled into the Escalade and chirped "Thanks, Tyrone. I wasn't sure if you'd stop," as she handed the bill to him.
Tyrone smirked "Bitch, I ain't yo' john. Keep yo' money."
She smiled, tucking the twenty into her purse.
John. Jon? What was the significance? It was such a ... familiar sounding word. No, not a word ... a name. Who did she know named Jon?
She looked down at her hands and saw the same thing she'd always seen. Her small, dark hands ... nicely filed and polished nails ... a couple of rings. She wore tight Applebottom jeans, a tight top to accentuate her chest ... she raised her hand and felt her long, straightened black hair (set into curls and looking so very cute). She felt some slight panic as she flipped open her compact and looked at her face. She ... seemed the same. The same good-looking, nicely-dressed black girl. Her skin was clear, dark and chocolaty. Her lips plump and her nose a cute snub. Her wide and generious mouth was made for smiles and kissing. She thought about her family, and pictured Carol (her adopted mother) as well as her little brother Mikey and sister Zoe (both biological children of Carol). She ... was Jonella Merlin. A curvacious black girl with a slightly too-plump bottom and large breasts. She was ... just fine.
Regardless, she knew something was wrong, but ... that idea faded gradually.
"Thanks for giving me a lift, Tyrone ..." she began, trying to work out how she'd get the stone from him. "I know we didn't talk much in school, but I ..."
Tyrone looked the girl up and down and wondered if he should make another wish. Maybe give the girl a bigger booty or make her look a little more "street" and less "suburb".
