Zoe sat in the first-period senior English class. She hadn’t been a senior until a few minutes ago when she made a wish but she had been pretty happy with it so far. She was a bit taller and filled out her form a bit more but mostly she was looking forward to seeing slut Jon the teacher. Unfortunately, since Jon was a teacher now Zoe was still the younger sister.
She had been a bit surprised when a wish informed her that was the outfit he- She had selected especially when that hadn’t been one of the outfits she had wished for but she would roll with it.
The bell finally rang and the closet door opened and the transformed Jon stepped out and… What a disappointment. Something clearly went wrong because while Jon was a woman and a teacher, there was nothing sexy or slutty about it. She was certainly attractive but not how she meant.
She was taller than Jon had been, especially with the heels, and cute face in an almost harsh way, which Zoe liked. Nice black hair, the asymmetrical hair was unexpected but not unwelcome. But other than that she was just a woman. Above average but that was it.
Zoe would have to fix this actively, a little less interpretation of wishes and more making her own. Starting with her attitude, she peeked around the door before stepping into the room. The lack of confidence rolled off her in waves. Zoe couldn’t have that.
“I wish Jon had an understanding of the class she is teaching and would be confident in her teaching.” The stone flashed and the change was instant. Jon’s eyes widened before she confidently walked, no, swayed to the front of the room. Zoe smirked, she kind of wished there was a bit more sway to her walk but that could be fixed.
“Before I introduce myself if you could pull out your books. I believe you were reading The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien.” Jon noticed the change, Zoe had wished it that way, thankfully no one noticed Zoe's wish. She had made a wish for that earlier. No one would notice her making any wishes.
Shit. Karyn had raised her hand and Jon had gestured at her to speak. “Could I speak to you in private?”
“Of course. One moment class.” Jon replied as Karyn stood up from behind her desk. It was clear that Karyn had read the pass on Jon’s waist which Zoe now realized said Jessica Gibson and had made the connection.
“I wish that no one but me would recognize the teacher Jessica Gibson as being the same person as Jon Gibson and neither Karyn nor Jon or anyone else would notice this wish.”
The stone flashed and instead of Karyn walking over to Jon she was sitting silently at her desk, looking at Jon as if assessing her teaching aptitude. If Karyn liked looking, Zoe would give her a show.
