"Oh no," Gary said right before the change.
Jenny suddenly felt dizzy for a moment, and put her hand on her forehead. When she took it away, Gary was staring at her. "You really shouldn't have done that," he said.
"Done what?" She said, her voice sounding a bit off.
"Do you have a mirror in your purse?" He asked.
"My purse is in my locker," she said, confused.
Karyn touched her arm. "One, you're carrying a purse now. Two...you might want to sit down, Jenny."
She sat down on the edge of the bleachers, still dazed. She discovered she was wearing a tan dress and carrying a matching purse. "What's going on?"
"I couldn't realistically marry a teenager, could I, Jenny?" Gary said. "You wished yourself older." Karyn handed Jenny a mirror, and she looked in it and yelped. She was middle-aged, her youthful good looks still good, but less youthful.
"I have crow's feet! I'm fat!!" She said, panicking a bit.
Gary took the rock gently out of her hands. "You wished to be my wife...So, I guess you are. But where's Lorraine?"
"Well, if she isn't your wife anymore, she could be anywhere," Karyn said.
"What about my kids? Without her, they'd never be born?!" He glared at the rock. "This thing is nothing but trouble. I should lock it up in a safe."
Gary breathed a sigh of relief when Buffy came over, looking none the worse for wear. "Like...Hey, Mom, hey Dad," she said.
Jenny fainted dead away.
