“What did you do, Jon?” Sarah asked. Jon straightened up from his stumble and found he had no trouble balancing. He took a step, his chest thrust out, and he sashayed forward, the tight skirt no longer a problem.
“It doesn’t seem so bad,” Jon said.
“Don’t you want to be a man? You keep wishing to be more feminine,” Sarah quickly reminded.
“I didn’t mean to, and besides, I just said that this doesn’t seem too bad.”
“Jon,” Sarah said warningly.
“What?” Jon looked up from his body, confused.
“Please stop making wishes until we figure this out.” Sarah pleaded.
“If it’s such a big deal, I wish you had to deal with this wish bracelet from now on,” Jon yelled, lifting his arm and shaking the jingling bracelet on it.
