A knock on the door interrupts Jon's thought's, and she quickly goes to meet the guest. As expected Karen is on the other side, but unexpectedly she doesn't look too happy. "Karen... What's wrong?"
She pushes her way through the door checks the hall and kitchen for Jon's mom, and turns her eyes on Jon. "That bitch found a way to stop our wishes, that's what! I thought that'd be obvious!" she spits as she looks at Jon's headgear.
Jon's mouth falls agape. "I... It wash. I jusht didn't think you'd be thish mad about it!" Karen looks at Jon with shock on her face.
"You didn't think I'd be mad?!" Jon knows better than to correct her understanding, but fidgets nervously at seeing his friend in this state. "Every step of the way she's gotten the better of us! I can't stand it! Your grandpa gives you, us, an amazing opportunity to, to, to enjoy life, and help people, and experience things no one else has experienced, and we can't do any of it." She begins to pace out her agitation. "I can't stand it anymore. My old friends look at me like I'm a freak, I can feel it! Even if they're polite, I can see what they really think when they glance at me out of the corner of their eyes. Ms. Teague keeps calling me Kaden in front of the whole class! She... She even insulted me for wearing a wig and breast forms."
"What!?" Jon interjects.
"It was subtle! But, she was leered at me while talking about what's 'usually' not acceptable to the school dress code, like wigs and boys wearing skirts." Karen's lip starts to shiver in anger. "And I got my homework back today! It was perfect and she gave me a 'D'! A 'D'! She just counted off every non existent minor thing!"
Jon tried to put her hand on Karen's shoulder "Kare, I'm shorr..."
"And that's not even the half of it! I realized today that half of drama class are double crossing bitches who just care about their own social standing. Anything to get a leg up. And to top it off when I went home today to take care of my fucking facial hair! I couldn't! I couldn't even do it! So while you get temporary braces" Karen mocks an 'oh no!' face, "And get to be a girl, I'm stuck with this hairy, ugly, gangly body, and even if we get the stone I probably won't be able to turn back.
Jon was frustrated, but while she was still eager to listen to her friend all of that changed the moment Karen turned this on her. Jon's blood started to boil as well. "D-damnit Karen. You think this has been eashy!" She throws her hands up in the air. "I'm shorry that yesterday shucked, and I'm shorry that today shucked, but in cashe you forgot I was a guy two daysh ago. Whatever you're feeling with your body I'm feeling too! And to top it off, I'm fat, and ugly. You're at leasht going to be pretty one day, but even if I find a way to turn back into a guy, I'll alwaysh be an ugly homely nerd!" Karen seems to have had the wind taken out of her at Jon's push back.
"And 'temporary brachesh?' Dr. Mither said I'm probably going to have to wear theshe for the next two yearsh! At leasht two yearsh! That's freshman and shophmore year of college!" Jon squares herself right in front of Karen and begins to poke at her chest. "And do I have to remind you about thish morning! I'm never going to get used to theshe! Every day is like my firsht day with them! They hurt, and they're ugly, and I lishp, and I can't shwallow, and what food I do eat gets shtuck!" She's practically yelling now. "And you've gotten three... THREE positive wishesh out of this. You have your old hair back, your friendsh and family will be shupportive, and you're even going to shlowly change into your ideal body!"
Karen snaps back. "Well you must not be my friend because you're not being very supportive!"
The feeling in the room goes cold as the two stare at one another...
