"My day was pretty terrible," said Jon. "I don't see how you could have done that. My friend is now my boyfriend. I have these things stuck to my chest and don't tell me you have them too because they don't look anywhere near as out of place on you. And everyone thinks I look stupid in a dress. If I'm a girl but I look like a guy with breasts, at least everyone knows that's not something I chose. But wearing the dress is something I chose."
"That's the point. You made Biff wear a dress."
"Biff did worse, Karyn. Lockers, remember?"
"Maybe Biff shoved you into the lockers because she had a crush on you and didn't know how to express it."
"Now, Karyn, first of all, you'd never say that if it was a guy hitting a girl. Second, Biff did it before when we were just guys."
"Really? I didn't know that. I guess I could have figured it out since you told me he did it yesterday, but it never occurred to me."
"You didn't know that?" Jon groaned. "Of course you didn't know that. As far as you remember, Biff has always been like that. Even though he's not any more, now that you wished it on me."
Jon was technically a girl, but made Karyn wait outside his room when he got changed anyway. Once he was in a T-shirt and jeans, bra outline visible beneath the shirt, he let Karyn in. "Glad to be out of that," said Jon. "Now look around. I think you can see what's changed."
Karyn looked around. "I don't see anything."
"It's not changed very much," said Jon. "But look at that." Jon pointed to a family picture on his computer. "That was at my cousin's wedding. I was the bridesmaid there, it looks like. There's a picture of me kissing Joseph last... week, I think?"
"It's on your computer. You must have a lot of pictures there, or on your phone. They can't all be like that--you picked those just because they changed. Though your breasts are shown off nicely."
Jon opened a drawer. "Here's my women's underwear." He pointed to a desk. "There's the note I got from Grandpa with the stone. It's the same, except it calls me a 'grandchild' and not a 'grandson'. I think Grandpa didn't know how to treat me."
"But he willed you the stone anyway."
"Anyway, I'm going to reverse what I can."
"By wishing for guy-sized boobs?"
"Yes. I wished for boobs but I didn't say what size."
Karyn grinned for some reason.
Jon said "I wish I have guy-sized boobs."
Instantly Jon was in a hospital bed, lying face down on huge mounds of flesh the size of his own body, connected to his chest. He could feel his weight pressing it all into the bed. Karyn was sitting by his side. "You could have told me that was a mistake," he said. "I wish for boobs that are sized for a guy, not the size of a guy."
They were back in the room again. Jon no longer had breasts jutting out of his chest, and the bras had vanished from the open drawer, with clothes from elsewhere rearranged so there was no big empty spot.
Karyn gave Jon a mirror from her purse. Jon looked at himself in it. "I look like me again." he said. "I wouldn't say I'm satisfied, but it's better. You can't see between my legs when I'm wearing clothes, at least not easily. But I'm sure people who know me for a while will know. If Biff couldn't use the guy's locker and bathroom, I don't think I can either." Jon glanced to the computer screen. "And that picture with Joseph is still there."
