It was a bit of a mind blow for Karyn to see her own body stumble back into the house, a look of desperation mixed with pain on its face. She didn't have to think hard to figure out why Jon was wearing such an expression. At a cursory glance, Karyn could see what was the cause.
On his feet were a pair of ridiculously high heeled sandals, held firm by straps so thin they seemed to be made of wire. His top, if you could call it that, was a line of fishing line, restricting his huge breasts, tied in the back, pressing into his nipple flesh in a painful looking way. His bottom, what was there, was a line of beads that ran down the course of his vagina and up his ass crack, held in place by another line of fishing line around his waist.
"Please," Jon begged in Karyn's voice, strained, "Say the word!"
Karyn chuckled, enjoying the lower timber of Jon's vocal chords. "I can see no reason to say anything," she said through a grin, "I'm quite comfortable the way I am."
"But, everybody saw your body out walking practically naked!"
"And the damage is already done," Karyn calmly replied, ice creeping into her voice, "If you're uncomfortable, then I suggest you hurry up and say the word."
Jon grunted as the fishing line around his breasts pulled tighter. Sweat beaded on his brow, his eyes were dancing with lights due to the pain. He couldn't take it any longer.
"GUMDROP!" He shrieked.
In a flash, Jon was back in his body, staring at Karyn, who was again wearing jeans and a sweater. Her arms were crossed. A look of disappointment was on her face. Before Jon could react, she reached out and grabbed the stone.
"Well, I guess I won that round, didn't I?" she said in a voice devoid of emotion.
"Look, Karyn," Jon stammered, "I can wish it that people don't remember seeing you. It'll be as if nothing happened!"
"But something did happen!" she shouted, gripping the stone tightly, "And you're not going to be making any wishes! I won a free wish on you fair-and-square!"
Jon looked at the rage in his friend's face. Fear firmly planted itself into his belly. "I let things get carried away, I admit it! Let me make it up to you!"
"Oh you'll make it up to me, alright. I wish..."
