Jon didn't understand his friend Karyn. For some reason she loved it when he dressed as a french maid. He had always been a cooperative guy, but this was weird, even for him. He didn't even look good in them!
That didn't stop him, though, from donning one of the many outfits that hung in his closet whenever she asked him to. Somehow he couldn't say "no" to her. Maybe it was her smile, maybe it was the sense of trust they'd developed over the years, maybe he even held a secret crush on the girl.
Jon cleared his head with a shake.
Maybe it was the magic rock.
He could feel the false memories forming in his mind, the new attitudes, but fought to keep his sense of self. He knew that he'd know it was a wish that had caused him to dress in a french maid uniform whenever Karyn would ask him to, but he also knew he'd be powerless to stop it. He remembered being asked to clean her room for her on Saturday afternoons. He remembered prancing around his own living room for her, dusting pictures and fluffing cushions, while she took pictures for her blog. He even remembered having to keep one uniform in his locker at school in case she were to ask him to change there.
He also remembered it was a sham.
He looked at Karyn with daggers in his eyes, then felt a warm wave of calm wash over him. He really didn't mind that much, and it did help keep things neat and clean whenever he was dressed up. Maybe he would just go along with it for a while, and try to reverse the wish later.
Karyn, on the other hand, was trying hard to repress peals of laughter. With her emotions running so high, what she said was the last thing on her mind. She blurted out, "Jon, you look priceless! I wish..."
