Feeling rather absurd about my situation, I sighed and reluctantly held the stone once again. "I wish for makeup," I muttered, hoping this would solve my current obstacle.
Instantly, a small cosmetic bag appeared beside me. I reached inside and pulled out various makeup items, feeling a mix of confusion and embarrassment as I stared at the foreign objects.
I attempted to apply the makeup as best I could, but my efforts resulted in smudged eyeliner and uneven lipstick. Frustration bubbled within me as I struggled with the unfamiliar tools and products.
"Here, let me do it," Nicole said, snatching the rock from my hand before I could protest. "I wish Jon was an expert at applying makeup."
My eyes widened in shock as I felt a surge of energy course through me. Suddenly, I found myself effortlessly applying makeup with precision and skill I never knew I possessed. Within moments, my face was flawlessly made up, complete with perfectly winged eyeliner and expertly contoured cheeks.
"Nicole, give me that back!" I demanded, reaching for the rock.
"No way, Jon. I might need it again," Nicole replied, holding the stone out of my reach with a mischievous grin.
Grumbling under my breath, I reluctantly followed Nicole out of the locker room.
