The teacher whistled again right after Biff scored, winning the game, and the rest of the students switched their attention to the playfield, where Jon was only in his boxers. Needless to say, a loud round of laughter followed suit.
Biff, now realizing what had happened, wasted no time digging into Jon’s misery. “Looks like the princess likes to show his family’s jewels” This only made Jon’s blood pump harder through his body, leading to some unwanted effects… “Look! He even gets off of this! You couldn't make this up” Biff followed it with more laughter, this made Jon’s eyes start to swell with tears and triggered his fight or flight response, running off to the locker room.
Inside he still hears the laughter outside, but it quickly dies off. Still frustrated and now on the verge of crying, he frantically searches his locker for his clothes, and grabs his skinny jeans. He hastily takes off his black tights, damaging them in the process, with his legs now free, he slips them in the jeans, one at a time and pulls them up, struggling a tiny bit once they reach his hips. The jeans sit just above his navel, they are very tight, showing every small bump in his legs and contouring his butt, lifting it up and giving the illusion of it being larger than it is. To finish it off, he changes his gym tee with his white shirt, that is now badly tucked in his skinny jeans. His appearance now matching his mental state.
Done changing, he walks out of the lockers into the school corridors, his walk now lacking any grace and the iconic sway the skirt had given him. Still blinded by frustration and shame, he is not able to see that Karyn is in front of him, bumping into her, both falling to the ground with a heavy thud.
“Asshole! Watch where you're going!” Karyn then takes a look at who hit her. “Jon?” Having a better look, she noticed a grim look on his face and asked “Are you all right Jon, did something happen in gym class?”
Jon, now a bit more cooled off after hearing his friend's voice meekly responds “I… I don’t…” A glint in his eye, the stone! He could wish to forget this humiliating situation– No, everyone else would still remember it, maybe he could wish to erase that class? Also a bad idea, he made some amazing plays that he didn’t want anyone to forget. Better to keep it simple, who knows what a badly worded wish will do.
“I’m sorry Karyn” he says while extending a hand to her, “Here, let me help you up”
“So are you gonna tell me what happened?” Karyn, now standing, asked.
“It's not going to matter once I get the stone back.” Replied Jon, trying to divert the conversation to avoid telling her his misfortune.
“I know I can’t stop you from using it, so try not to wish for anything you’ll regret,” Karyn warned, aware that Jon had a tendency to act impulsively when he was in this mood.
“Don’t worry about it, Karyn,” he said, and completely ignoring her earlier regret about wishing for bigger boobs, he continued “When was the last time we made a wish and actually regretted it?” Before she could respond, Jon added, “Come on, we have class now. You don’t want to be late for that guy, do you?” She was talking about Mr. Clark, the one teacher who seemed to revel in Jon's misery. Agreeing with her, they moved on with their day.
Over the course of the day, every time Biff encountered Jon, he couldn’t resist reminding him of the skirt incident. “I think the teacher really enjoyed your little show back there,” Biff would sneer, or “Why not wear panties next time? It might make for an even better show.” It felt as though Biff was going out of his way to stalk Jon, making his day a living hell. The constant harassment was unbearable, and Jon couldn’t wait to get home and use the stone to put an end to it.
But that would be for later, on his way home, Jon took the time to figure out how to best word the wish(es?) in a way that would not backfire on him. He had read online once about the butterfly effect, how a small change to the past could have a big impact on the present, so that made him not want to change the past too much. Any wish he’d make would have to be worded with surgical precision.
At home, before anything, Jon decided to change clothes, to get a bit more comfortable at home. Going through his closet, he picked a simple gray sleeveless shirt, stamped with a skateboard on the front, and a small, light blue jeans shorts. The front of the shorts displayed a sizable but well-packed bulge, while the back hugged the lower edge of his backside, just the right size to show his whole legs—legs that were beginning to show some hair growth, without putting too much on display. They thankfully were also quite elastic, allowing him more freedom than the usual skinny jeans he just wore to school.
“Now where was the stone again?” Jon started searching his home, anxious to make a few wishes. “Oh right, I think I might have left it in my mother’s bedroom.” The last time he remembered having the stone was when he talked with her at night, so it must be there.
Jon threw open the door to his mother’s bedroom, his eyes scanning the room frantically. At first glance, nothing seemed out of place, but he wasn’t about to give up. He dove under the bed, rifled through the pillow and blankets, and yanked open the closet. He was getting desperate. What about in one of her cargo shorts? His heart pounded as he checked every possible hiding spot. “Where IS IT?” he muttered desperately. “This was the last place I saw it!”
He started getting worried now “No, no, no, no, did… did she take the stone?” His mind started going wild at the possibilities “I hope, really hope she didn’t accidentally wish for anything. I better call her.” Without a second thought, Jon bolted out of the room, leaving it a mess for his mother to clean up later, the stone too important; He had to call her immediately.
