"I wish that boy was up here standing in front of me!" said Sarah while pointing out the window.
Poof
Jon appeared and then crumpled to the floor.
"Ow, I think my leg's broken!" whimpered Jon.
"Serves you right! You shouldn't be spying on me! You are a pervert! ... hey pervert ... that's an idea!"
Jon was afraid of what Sarah would do to him.
"Who is that girl you hang out with? Susan? Wait... no... Karyn! Yeah! That's it! I wish Jon is a crazed, titfiend-pervert that only gets his kicks by gawking at his friend Karyn's breasts!"
"No Sarah! Don't!"
But it was too late. Jon grabbed his head as he felt his mind begin to slant and shift inside his skull. Images of Karyn's boobs attacked his every thought. He soon felt his grip on reality loosen like a weak knot, only to have it tighten again when he focused on how much he loved Karyn's breasts. He was now hopelessly dependent on them.
"What did you do to me Sarah?! I can't live like this! I'm crazy! How will I live like this?"
"You will for now! Maybe I'll change you back later but for now, this is your new life!"
"You bitch! You fucking bitch! I'll get you back for this!"
"My, my, my! Just for that, I think I'll make your life a little harder! I wish..."
