Karen didn't mean to, well, actually, she totally did, but she really felt bad for sneaking into Jon's house. It's not like she hadn't done it before, or he hadn't snuck over to her house. They did it a bunch of times, or at least they did when the other knew they were coming over.
After Jon show her the stone and she made that foolish wish, all she could think about was making sure she and Jon still were friends. Well, that was the second thing. The first was how great this body felt - even if she did want her red hair back, she'd keep the breasts.
Climbing with them had been a new experience, but she quickly got over those problems. Her nipples were also much more sensitive, and the cold air certainly made her know that.
Now, she sat on his bed, staring at him. "Jon." she shook him.
"Huh?" He reached for his the light on his bed stand. "Karen, what are you doing here?" His voice was rough with sleep.
"I wanted to make a wish. One tiny little wish." She leaned forward, letting him see down her shirt. Even though they were only a few hours old, Karen certainly knew how to use them. She hadn't worn a bra either, just to make sure he'd not pay too much attention.
Jon looked over at the alarm clock, which read 02:13. "What?"
"Where's the stone?" She asked again. Jon turned over and pulled it out from underneath his pillow. She snatched it from his hand. "I'll give it right back, I just want to make one wish."
"You want to fix your hair?" He asked, trying to rub sleep from his eyes.
"Go back to sleep." Karen reached out and rubbed his head. The soothing motion settled him back down and he fell back onto his bed.
"M'nt tired," he mumbled. He rolled over to stare at her as she held the stone.
Karen looked at the stone. She knew she could abuse it at this point, but that wouldn't be fun. "Jon, you'll go along with whatever I wish for?"
"Yeah, sure," he said. HE closed his eyes again, but she could tell he wasn't asleep.
"Cool," she said. She had just the wish. A toy she wanted to make, but couldn't because well, it was actually impossible. But not with a wishing stone. Of course this wasn't any old children's toy. This would be the top of the line, state of the art, sex toy.
She had been reading about them for years, and really this seemed like the perfect time to get one. Not for her of course, she had other plans, but this would go right in line with what she wanted.
"I wish..."
