Jon doesn't hear as Karen creaks open his bedroom door, as he's too busy feverishly rubbing at his nails. The polish is coming off, but slowly... Too slowly for his liking. His concentration is broken when he hears Karens voice.
"Josaphine!" He looks up startled. "What are you doing? I thought you loved your new nails?" She sashays over to the bed next to Jon. "You were the one who convinced me to go anyway." She shows off her shorter, more subdued shimmering dark purple nails.
It was around this time that Jon realized Karen didn't look quite as much like a tomboy as she used to. Sure she still had a dirtier grunge style to her, but her clothes were decidedly more feminine with rugged jean shorts and a rifle green V-neck that dove down between her new enhanced cleavage. It even looked like she was even wearing subtle make up.
"I'm trying to take this polish off... Don't tell me you've changed too?"
"Changed what are you talking...? Here... Jo! Stop!" She snatches the remover from him. "What's wrong with you?"
"Karen give it back! I'm taking off the nail polish. Guys don't wear nail polish."
She huffs with exasperation. "Without you I wouldn't even be wearing polish! Now tell me what's wrong... Did something happen at the club, I knew I should have gone with you tonight."
Jon rolls his eyes. "No, I didn't even go to any club. I was at Sarah's. I had to..."
"Sarah! That bitch? Why were you over there."
"Because she stole the stone! That's what I'm telling you. This morning you were a tomboy, and I was a regular guy! I had video game and rock band posters on my wall, not drag pin ups and Freddie Mercury posters. Even my clothes are different. Everything different! You're different!"
Karen looks taken aback and a heavy silence fills the air.
"Look Kare..." Jon Continues. "Sarah did this. She did this to me and a couple of other popular girls at school." With a deep breath he proceeds to tell her the whole story. "Now, I just really want my old Kare back now... Do you care if I wish you remembered the way things were?"
The weighty silence returns, before she speaks up. "No... No don't do it. You're the Jo I've always known! I can't just give that up."
"My name is Jon! And none of that's real!"
"Yes. It. Is Jo! It's real to me, and it's real to everybody else. You're the one who helped me come out of my shell. Without you I probably would've just been a loner! a recluse! I probably wouldn't even wear makeup. You've been my closest friend since we were kids... I can't just give that up."
"We're still friends Kare... Maybe I could wish you had both memories?"
She shakes her head. "No... That's not real... not to me... not to anyone else." She sighs. "If you want to... I won't stop you, but This is who we are. That's what you always told me. Be who you are. And you need to accept that. I can't just give up who I am... Not after you were the one who helped me discover who I am."
"That's... This isn't who I am. I wanted your help to reverse all this. Like how you wanted help with your messed up wish." He gestures to her hair and breasts.
She crosses her arms. "It was a mistake, but I never said I wanted help with it." She states confidently while twirling a finger through her new blonde lockes. "But if you're so bent on this... Then... Then I'll just have to help you accept all of this." She sits next to Jon and snuggles up closely to him.
"What are you doing Kare? Karen?" His voice starts to get more nervous and higher pitched.
She responds with a little smirk on her face. "I'm seeing whether or not that last wish of Sarah's affected you!"
She brushes her finger along Jon's stamp and immediately his world deteriorates into unrefined bliss... Her finger swirls around the rose, as he moans in delight, though strangely with the beads still firmly up his ass, it's not quite a sexual pleasure. As he comes down from the high, he turns his gaze to meet Karens. This time however, her chin is up slightly, and a cocky smirk rests on her face... "Oh yeah..." she whispers "It really does affect both of us. God... I feel so good." She begins to push Jon back onto his bed. "So, in control."
