That wolf whistle got Jon going. Feeling embarrassed, he practically sprinted out of the room, then down the hall, and into the nearest boys restroom. Then, standing in front of the mirror, he slowly turned so that he could see what was happening on his back. He cringed, seeing a tattoo there. But the thing was, he recognized it. It was a tramp stamp that everyone knew belonged to Tiffany Sanders, the school slut. On more than one occasion, she had shown it off, thanks to her slutty clothes. Frankly, Jon wasn't sure how she got away wearing those outfits at this school. He shook his head. He had more important things to worry about than Tiffany's clothing problems. He had his own clothing problems to deal with.
But the more he thought about, the more he realized that Tiffany probably had more to do with his problems than he originally thought. He had her tattoo, he knew that for sure. But those panties and that bra ... he didn't know that they were hers, but if he had to guess, he'd say that those would probably be the type of underwear that she usually wore. He wondered that if he could somehow check, would Tiffany be wearing his boxer shorts right now? She was already going braless, he knew that. And no one was making a stink about it. But people were making a stink about Jon going braless (as ridiculous as that sounded, since Jon didn't have breasts).
Putting two and two together, Jon realized that somehow he and Tiffany were slowly swapping. So far, it was just clothing and body art, but who knew? This could have been just the start. And the only thing that could help him in this situation was hidden away in his bedroom! Why did he think it was such a great idea to leave the wishing stone at home?
