Things had really gotten out of hand. Once Scarlett noticed the ring on Jon's finger, once Jon confessed that he had agreed to marry Chris Evans, all Hell had broken loose. Furniture was tipped, books were thrown, screaming, yelling...
Jon could still hear Scarlett, even though she'd long since headed upstairs to pack, leaving Jon in the wreck of his study, the room where he'd accepted Chris' offer. Sure, it had been a wish that had forced him to do it, but even now, the thought of marrying the Hollywood hunk put butterflies in his stomach.
The problem was that those same butterflies felt the same way about Scarlett. Jon and Scarlett had built a life together. Sure, it was a complicated life, one that involved a certain amount of kinky logic, but it was a good life. Their bodies were perfectly matched, their tastes perfectly complimented each others. Sometimes Jon could swear that they were so perfect, that he could even feel what Scarlett was feeling during their intercourse.
Even Jon's previous relationship with Candy, the call-girl who had helped him along his feminization path, was perfectly folded into this one. When he had been ready to walk away from her, a difficult choice, Scarlett had insisted that they continue to see her, but as a couple.
Even Jon's career had taken off. He was starring in his own movies now, billed as himself. At first he had been thought of as a discount Scarlett Johansson, but once audiences demanded more of the starlet, but her schedule wouldn't allow, Jon became a very viable option. His acting was great, his action skills were tremendous, and in every way but one he was indistinguishable from the beauty.
Jon's life was perfect.
Well, it had been perfect.
Now it was about to become something very different, and the ache in his heart informed him that he wasn't sure he wanted to see how different it was going to become.
And so, standing in his study, Jon gripped his wishing stone. Choking back his tears, he decided on a wish, one wish that he hoped would fix everything.
