Before Jon stepped out of the closet he thought about one last wish. Karyn had made him think he was someone else, not only that, but that he was in the wrong body and gender. He'd been able to fix it, of course, and it was only for a short time, but she needed to know what it felt like.
"I wish that for one hour after I say kingfish, Karyn will think and act like how she thinks Sarah McMillan thinks she acts." That will be pretty good, Jon thought. Karyn will still be herself essentially, but her filter will be changed so that her behavior will be based on her own interpretation of how she thinks her mortal enemy thinks of her.
With that, Jon steppd out of the closet. Karyn took one look at him and smiled. "My you were in there a long time, Farrah," she said. "As interested as I am to hear what you've wished up for me, you promised me we'd swap back to the right bodies a while ago."
Jon sighed. She felt right in this body and didn't really want to give it up, but she did owe it to Karyn. Besides, once the rest of the wish kicked in she'd probably feel ok in her real body. "You're right," she told Karyn. "Kingfish."
Jon felt her vision go dim for what felt like the hundredth time that day. This time, though, her body gave out and fell forward as Jon's spirit left it and flew into Karyn's body. As soon as it did it was like an exposed electrical wire started snapping through her mind. She could only stand there blinking and twitching as her entire sense of self was rewritten to the specifications of her wish.
Then it was over. Farrah sat up on her bed and looked down at where Karyn had fallen. "Like, ew, you totes just fell on your face, bitch!" she sneered. Farrah blinked a few times as she deciphered just who she was. She remembered being Jon, but that wasn't who she was anymore. She didn't know exactly where she fell in the school hierarchy but the wishing stone could fix that obviously (or she could just use it to ensure she was as popular as she felt like she was supposed to be). Still, she felt comfortable with who she was. She knew she loved fashion and boys and was a little surprised to realize that if Jon were somehow a separate person from her she wouldn't have given him the time of day. She did feel kind of icky wearing Karyn's drab clothes, though.
Karyn stood up with a dumb grin on her face. Farrah hadn't realized that changing Karyn's best friend from a male to a female would actually make Karyn less of a tomboy, but that wasn't apparent now anyway as all of Karyn's actions were determined by what Karyn thought Sarah McMillan thought she would do.
"Wowzers, I golly gee did, Farrah, but I am a big dweeb after all," Karyn said. She felt weird, like she had act act as awkward and nerdy as possible at all times.
Farrah looked down at her friend and felt, well, not exactly friendly. She knew she was friends with Karyn and she liked her but apparently the friendship wasn't as close as it had been when she was Jon. They were still best friends, but Farrah felt like instead of being the only super close friends either of them had they were now part of a larger circle of friends with similar levels of closeness and the best friends part came mostly because they lived close together and knew each other the longest. It was weird knowing just how close they'd been before but not wanting that from the friendship any longer, but like all the other strange sensations flitting through her mind it felt as natural as it did foreign.
She stood and helped Karyn up, slipping the wishing stone out of the other girl's hand as she did. She didn't want her making any bizarre wishes while her behavior was under the influence of a wish. In fact, there was something she should probably do about that in general.
"You know, Karyn, I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."
"Okey dokey, Farrah," Karyn said with a big, dumb grin on her face.
Farrah shuddered. Apparently Karyn thinks Sarah believes her to be some kind of idiot, she thought. This was going to be long hour. She palmed the stone in her hand and left the bathroom. Stepping out into the hallway she realized that she could still hear her sister's goth music. Better fix that, she thought.
"I wish that Zoe would turn back into the smooth jazz loving school orchestra geek she became the last time I made a wish about her," she said. Suddenly the music got quieter and more tolerable. Farrah still hated the sound of it, but it didn't bleed into the hall as bad so there was no reason to wish Zoe into a ferret or something.
Wow, I'm kind of a bitch myself, Farrah realized as she headed into the bathroom. She realized she still hated Sarah McMillan but it was more because Sarah got away with wearing all the clothes she wanted to wear. They weren't quite her style as she realized that as fashion oriented as she was she was still more down to earth than the popular cheerleader, but she kind of longed to be as daring as the other girl. This lead to another realization as she actually got into the bathroom and saw all the make up and beauty supplies that now cluttered it.
"Like, wow...I know how to act totally like a girl but I don't know how to do girl stuff. I bet I even still walk like a guy still...ew," she said to herself in the mirror. "I wish that all my skills and mannerisms would be the ones that I would have if I had lived my whole life to this point as Farrah Merlin. I also wish that I would instinctively know where I stand with everyone in my school and be familiar with the life I'm living now as if I'd lived it."
Farrah blinked rapidly and felt like her mind was turning inside out. Her knowledge of how to pee standing up was replaced with proper wiping techniques after peeing sitting down. Her knowledge of football became an affection for dance as she realized that she had studied ballet and was being considered something of a phenomenon until puberty kicked in and gave her breasts the size of small cantaloupes. There were hundreds and millions of tiny little things about her life now that she knew and understood. She felt connected to her entire history yet still knew she'd been Jon. It was bizarre as she began to realize just how disconnected she was from that life after this last wish, though. She could remember Jon, but she didn't know how to be him anymore. She could remember knowing the things he did, but except for very superficial knowledge, basically things she learned in school, she couldn't remember how to do the things he knew how to do.
Even more surprising was the sudden realization that she and Sarah were actually more frenemies than enemies and that the only reason they didn't really get along was that Farrah was friends with Karyn. She also knew that Karyn was way more invested in their friendship than she was. Farrah began to realize they were drifting apart and would likely only stay close up until they graduated. Still, the part of her that still remembered the closeness of their friendship when he was Jon didn't want her to completely cut the ties that bound them. Besides, she'd wished that becoming Farrah wouldn't change or negate their friendship, so they would remain friends. Now, though, she had to fix the problem of the wish stone.
"I wish that, like, anyone that tries to use the wishing stone without my permission will not be able to make a wish and will feel like they're going to be sick unless they totes give the stone back to me." Farrah started to leave the bathroom but stopped to look at herself in the bathroom mirror one last time. She loved how she looked but she and Karyn looked way too much alike. She didn't like the idea of sharing her look with anyone, besides, her current outfit was more in line with what Karyn would normally wear. Guess I have to fix this too, she decided.
"Ok, first off, I wish that like any physical affects of my next wish would be minimal and only serve to make me even hotter than I totally already am. I wish that I looked more like how I would look if this was the family my body was born into. I also wish that Karyn was wearing the outfit I'm wearing now and that my wardrobe would be the kind of wardrobe I've always dreamed I could have within my Mom's rules for dressing and that I was currently dressed in one of my favorite outfits that borderline breaks my Mom's dresscode rules."
Farrah blinked again and looked back in the mirror. The changes to her appearance were subtle yet drastic. She actually did come out cuter than she was before the wish and would never be mistaken for Karyn's busty, blonde sister yet somehow still looked remarkably the same as she had before the wish. As for her fashion, she was wearing peach colored romper shorts with a halter top and bedazzled black fisherman's sandals. She had a clunky bangle bracelet on her left hand and a Fitbit on her right hand. Her hair was suddenly up in a loose bun and she had hoop earrings dangling on either side of her head and a row of three sparkly studs around the curve of the top of her right ear.
"Omigosh...this is totes me! I need to make it so I don't undo this. I wish that when I step out of the bathroom my memory will change to what it would be if I hadn't heard any of the wishes I've made since leaving my bedroom. Also, I wish that when I step back into my room it will instantly be one hour after I said kingfish so Karyn can start acting like herself again."
