Still pretty concerned about his predicament, Jon was still trying to not to look to Karyn of thinking about the stone, but then, Jon just couldn't put up with it anymore, he knew he had to protect Karyn, but it was quite dangerous, Sarah still had the stone in her hand, and...
"SHIT," he thought, as he felt the tingling on his feet, "I thought about the stone, it's happening!!!"
Sarah just faced to him with the stone still in her hands, "At last, I was wondering when you would fall for it, let's see where it stops..." she said, grinning.
Jon just cursed himself, because he knew quite well what height was the longer heel he saw that morning, surfing throught a web...
He could feel his feet beginning to arch as he squirmed, trying to take off his shoes before it was too late, slowly at first, but gaining speed as seconds passed. He could see them going all the way up to three inches, then four, five, until, when it looked like it couldn't go any further, it stopped at an impressive 8 inches, the sole of his feet just remained stuck in a very sharp curve, leaving them parallel to his calves.
"Whoa," said Sarah, as Jon checked the damage done with a grim expression on his face, while Karyn was still crying, "That was fairly impressive, I wonder where did you saw something like this... As a matter of fact, I wish you were wearing the shoes that caused it!"
"NO!" yelled Jon, but it was too late. His feet were encased in a pair of fetish ballet shoes, the same ones he saw. They even had padlocks, securely locking the ankle straps, preventing him to take them off.
"Kinky, huh? That's how you like it? Well, they are all yours, enjoy!!" giggled Sarah.
"Sarah, the wishes are permanent, you have ruined our lives!" shouted Jon.
Sarah's smile disappeared from her face, "And you think I care about what happens to scum like you? Running carelessly with something this powerful? This stone is meant to people like me!! And now, listen to me carefully: It could have been MUCH worse, understood? Look at you, pervert. You simply deserve it. Just think about what would have happened if I hadn't wished those on you, where did you have found some shoes like that within an hour? Just be grateful that your secret it's still a secret, you pervert."
She brought the stone closer to her mouth and said something, and the weeping Karyn disappeared from the bed.
"What did you do to her!?" asked Jon, alarmed.
"I just sent her to her home, I'm done with her. You, on the contrary... I have an idea to spice things up a little."
"W-what do you mean?" Jon crawling away from her until he reached the wall, just under the windows.
"Something that occurred to me, when I said the part of your secret still being a secret. I'm going to help you a little." explained Sarah, as she came closer to Jon, "I wish I had the only set of keys that could open those padlocks," A pair of keys appeared on her hand, and she leaned over, handing them to Jon, who move his hand closer to take them.
"What I mean, though, was helping you show your little hobby to others!!" and with that, he stepped back and threw the keys through the window, to the backyard of Jon's house.
"You bitch!! How I'm going to take them off now! They are locked!!" said Jon, horrorized.
"Well, that's up to you. Isn't it thrilling, the feeling of risking exposure? It's funnier this way. To me, at least." she stated with a smile. Sarah gestured as if she looked some watch on her wrist and exclaimed, "Oops, look how late it is already, so many things to see, people to do, you know."
"Y-you can't leave me here like this!" said Jon.
"Oh, you are right. I shouldn't do this, after what you called me a minute ago, but I feel like I owe you one, so here it is. I wish that Jon had a small assortment of 4 inch heels in his wardrobe, along with his normal footwear. That should take care of any 'accidents' you may have"
Speaking to the stone again, Sarah simply dissapeared just like Karyn.
Still sitting on the floor, Jon looked around, depressed from the afternoon events, "I'm screwed."
