Grinning sheepishly, John reached down and lifted the tiny bound woman by the string of her thong, dangling it in front of Karyn's face.
Now it was Karyn's turn to have her mouth drop. "What did you do to her!?" she asked.
"She did it to herself! Mostly! She was wishing-- Wait, she took the rock-- Hold on," John said, trying to find out how to explain, "I know, here--" He put his hand on the rock, "I wish Karyn knew exactly what happened to Sarah!"
And with that, Karyn vanished...
John gasped. He wasn't sure HOW the wish would work, but he didn't expect it to cause Karyn to be taken anywhere, that's for sure. "Dammit." He muttered. "Now what?" He leaned against the rock, suddenly exhausted by the day's events. The tiny woman still dangling from his fingers mewed anxiously, snapping his thoughts into focus. He flipped her into his palm, angrily and snarled at her.
"This is all your fault, you know!" The small woman wriggled against the threads that bound her to no avail.
"I didn't mean to...I just wanted..." Sarah whined. Her tiny voice made her seem even more pathetic. John began to feel sorry for her. He wasn't sure if it was because she looked so helpless, or the fact that, despite the fact that she was a starking bitch, she was still one of the prettiest girls at school. Now, she was a lovely WOMAN, having wished herself older. Now the fact that she was the size of a fashion doll only seemed to add to her beauty.
"Just let me think, okay!?" He closed his hand around Sarah, but more gently than he would have were he not so confused by it all. He could feel the heat of her small body against his palm, could feel her wiggling against his flesh...the sensation caused odd, yet familiar stirrings in his loins.
He shook the thoughts away, or tried to. He couldn't deny the painful pressure of swelling against the crotch of his jeans, nor the sudden urge to show the small woman in his hand just how big he was...
"Shit!" John snapped. He looked around frantically for a moment, his eyes settling on the top of Sarah's dresser. He walked over to it, placed the miniature woman on the dresser, and emptied the contents of her jewelry box onto the bed, unceremoniously. He wasn't surprised to see several men's class rings fall out amongst the baubles. Sarah's exploits with the upperclassmen were legendary. Oh, if they could only see her now...he thought.
John put the box back on the dresser. Empty now, it would make the perfect place for Sarah to cool her heels.
"Hey!" Sarah peeped as John picked her up again by her bonds. "What are you doing! Put me down, John! Dammit, you said you were going to--!" Her tiny voice silenced by the lid of the jewelry box closing over her.
John took a deep breath. Now that his distraction was gone, he returned to the stone. It was big enough to cover the floor from the edge of the bed to the door. He put his hand against it. "I wish that the stone was smaller." He said, and nothing happened. He couldn't undo his wish to make the stone larger...but what if he asked for a wish that didn't directly undo the last one?
"I wish that I could shrink the stone..." The stone began to glow and dwindle, slowly at first, then more quickly. John quickly amended his wish. "..to a size that I decide!" He said, and pictured the stone at its original size. The stone stopped shrinking when it reached that size, and John reached down and picked it up. He sighed. Well, I figured THAT out, at least. He knew it was only luck, though, Karyn was the smart one, that's why he wished for her to be there.
Sudden dawning in his brain almost made him slap his own forehead. "Of COURSE!" He said. "I wish that Karyn were here with me!"
Nothing. Did shrinking the rock shrink it's influence? Was the magic gone from it now that it had a wish used against it? He sat down on the bed to think, staring at the deep impression that the stone had left in the thick carpet on the floor at its formerly huge size. Sarah's bedroom was typical, he thought, from the powdery pinkish carpet, the posters of boy-bands on the walls, the Barbie doll wiggling around on the floor...
John jumped up, strode over to the little blonde woman thrashing around on the floor between the dresser and nightstand. Sighing, he picked her up. She was still bound, how did she...?
"Oh, John!" She squeaked. "Thank GOD! I've been screaming at you forever!"
"Sarah, how did you get out of the jewelry box?" The lid was closed, he noticed.
"No no!" She squealed. "I'm not Sarah, I'm Karyn!"
John laughed, but remembered his wish that Karyn would know EXACTLY what happened to Sarah. Holding the tiny woman in his hand, he opened the jewelry box. It was a trick. Sarah was trying to get him to help her, or maybe she'd just gone insane, or..."Shit." He said.
Sarah was still in the box, tied up and mostly naked, and STILL in the box. He looked from one woman to the other. They were identical in every way. But if Sarah was in the box, then who...?
"Oh, shit...Karyn." John said.
