Jon laid back in his bed, having put on a pink dressing gown over his new curvy body. In one hand, he had his phone. In the other, the pink stone. Jon was going to try something out.
He scrolled through social media, and found Steve Farber, jock, stud, and local asshole at a party in his varsity jacket. Jon didn't mind experimenting on this guy. "I wish Steve had different shoes on in this picture."
Can do! Flats are so not cute, you need a bit of height!
PINK!
In the picture, Steve now was wearing a pair of strapped, golden platform heels. They really clashed with the rest of his outfit, Jon thought. Total fashion disaster. Was he always so critical of clothes? Scrolling through Steve's timeline, Jon's suspicions were confirmed as in all of the jocks other pictures he was also wearing huge heels, some purple, some black, all extremely tall. This stone was taking liberties with his wishes, no doubt.
Maybe something a little different. "I wish Steve had a job in a bar."
Ooo I've got just the idea for the cutie! Hehe who says work can't be fun! He's going to be like, so popular!
PINK!
According to his profile, Steve did indeed now work in a bar. However that bar was HeadLights, the topless bar situated downtown. Steve now had a pair of implants, with the nipples blurred out as he posed with all the other bar girls. He still had short hair and was still super tall, but he seemed happy in the picture. The stone is an absolute pervert!
Just then, Jon got a message. It was from Biff.
Biff: sup
Jon didn't know what to do. Biff had always hated Jon and even in this new reality, Biff had never texted him. What would he say? He types his response, trying to get used to the cracking of his new nails against the screen.
Jon: lyk just lying in bed. Hbu?
Biff: same. Missed you today in school
Jon: really?
Biff: yeh. We should meet up sometime
Jon groaned. He can't believe this idiot is asking him out. Why is the world pushing this meathead towards him.
Jon: no thanks
Biff: aww come on. It'll be fun, I promise. I've got a car.
Jon: I'm busy
Biff: please! You'd look so good sitting in my car. We can go bowling or something.
Can't this guy take a hint! Jon pouted and forgetting what he was holding, began to think out loud. "Is this what girls have to deal with all the time from guys like this? I wish guys knew what girls actually wanted."
Hmm, like this one's a toughie. This isn't just like, knowing our hobbies or our fav spots to lick on a guy. This is knowing what we girls actually want. Thinking about that stuff makes even my little head hurt, and I'm super smart and omniscient n' stuff!
Oh! What if guys DID know what we want. They can like think of stuff and the girls can spend their time better by shopping and gossiping and all the good stuff. Then, guys can just totally fill us in on what we want! It's like a super duper feminist world! Great wish, Jon!
Alright, this one will take a bit of effort. Good job I've done my magic stone pilates class!
PINK!
This wish was different. It nearly felt like a shockwave went from Jon's hand outwards. Not enough to hurt, but it felt like the tide at the beach just moved through Jon and outwards. "Well that's new," Jon whispers. What the hell did that wish do?
