"..that Clint was a hooker with no family who had to have sex with men just to keep a roof over her head!"
And so Kevin's angry wish was granted. Of course, he could not immediately see the result of the wish, since Clint was still in Jon's house (thanks to the magic doorway linking their room closets). But if he HAD seen the result, he would have not noticed any immediate physical change.
Instead, Clint suddenly staggered forward, as if in a daze. He then took a look at his surroundings as if noticing them for the first time. "Where the fuck am I?" he said, and then winced. The sound of his own voice was alien to him.
He then looked at himself. "Oh my god, I'm really wasted, aren't I?" He then started slapping himself upside the head, trying to snap out of it. "This can't be real. Gotta sober up... sober up, girl, sober up."
He then rushed to the nearest sink to splash water on his face. And when he looked in the mirror of the bathroom sink, he gasped. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ME? I CAN'T BE A GUY!"
For indeed, the current resident of Clint's body was not Clint. The current resident was Lexy, a young woman forced to turn to prostitution straight out of high school after the death of her parents in an apartment fire. Desperate, she had fallen in with a pimp named Daddy Dirk. The last she remembered was finding herself in this small town being arrested by cops for drug possession. Apparently, her last 'john' was a heavy drug user and shared his drugs with her. Next thing they knew, they were on the road leading from the city to the small town.
Lexy tried, but was unable to snap herself out of this. It was real. Lexy had somehow gotten stuck in the body of some tall well-endowed high-school age boy.
And well-endowed this guy was. Lexy wondered how this guy could have a penis the size this guy had.
Clint, meanwhile, found himself in the back of a police car. He was dazed and confused, and found it hard to make out his surroundings. He was in handcuffs, so he couldn't raise his hand to his face to brush away stray locks of hair. He was disoriented, as if he was drunk or on drugs ... but in a moment he suddenly knew something was wrong. Since when did he have hair falling in his eyes?
He then looked at his body. He saw a low-cut dress exposing what might have been size-DD breasts, and three inch stiletto heels. "What the FUCK is happening to me?" Clint screamed, in a high pitched female sounding voice. "I'm a chick!"
"Keep it down there!" the officer in the passenger seat in the front shouted. "You have the right to remain silent, you know."
"This can't be happening. This can't be happening..." Clint said, unable to believe that he ... she ... was now in a woman's body and in the back of a police car. "Jen couldn't have made a wish. She can't without my permission. I made sure of it..."
"What do you think?" the officer in the passenger side said to the driver next to him.
"I think she's really wasted." the driving officer said. "Chances are she's not going to make a lot of sense."
And so the police car headed off on its way to the local jail. There they would put the young woman in one of the holding cells they reserved for prostitutes and intoxicated people who were disturbing the peace.
There was a specific reason the wishing stone interpreted the wish this way. Clint had wished for improvements to his own body, including the size of his penis. Wishes could not directly contradict other wishes, but there were ways wishes could work around previous wishes. In this case, when the wishing stone interpreted Kevin's wish that Clint was a hooker with no family who needed to have sex to pay her bills, the stone body-swapped Clint with a prostitute in the stone's range who fit that description.
So, Lexy was now in Jon's house in Clint's body. And Clint was now headed for 'the drunk tank' of the local jail in Lexy's body. And neither knew how they could have ended up in their current messes.
Kevin, meanwhile, was sitting with Jen in the living room of Kevin's house. They still had both wishing stones, but of the two only Kevin could use them due to Clint's wish that Jen not be able to make wishes without Clint's permission.
Kevin sighed. "I don't know what's going on, but I'm sure Clint's been punished. Somehow. You might never see that creep again." he said to Jen, who was silently sitting next to him on the couch.
Jen was silent. "So what do we do now?" she asked.
