This choice went over much more easily for Jon. After all, he'd just experienced firsthand how much more difficult getting proper informed consent about a change was than he'd thought, and anyway, the longer he thought about it, the more convinced he was that Option 1 was just the right thing to do. He didn't know what sort of damage the Wish was planning to do, but whatever it was, certainly if people didn't know things had ever been otherwise, it would spare them the stress and awkwardness of trying to adjust? Never mind the game replicating itself out of control! If all that meant the game was to be his cross to carry, and his alone, so be it. Jon selected option 1.
"Y'know, you're not nearly as subtle as you think you are, perv." Zoe had woken up from trance before Jon could even look up, and of course, the first thing she did was scoff at him. Jon did look up, and all he saw was a manicured hand on a gorgeous cocked hip before he remembered what had become of his little sister, and he looked right back down at his phone. "We ALL know it's not your phone you're staring at, bro. You do realize mom and I can see your boner, right?"
That was all Jon cared to hear. He shuffled off into his room and locked the door, cheeks burning red. Honestly, he didn't feel much like leaving that bedroom again for the rest of the night.
The next day, Jon still didn't much feel like leaving his bedroom, because that would mean having to look Mom and Zoe in the eye somehow, after spending all night doing... that to the thought of them. Jon hated it. He tried to resist, he really did, but his mom and his sister were gorgeous now, expressly made to fit all his most perverted fantasies. Once the taboo broke and he was jerking it to them it was honestly more difficult to stop.
"You know, normally when people play Would You Rather they ask about ant-sized lions or lion-sized ants," Jon grumbled at his phone as if it could understand him. "Not... this."
Of course, his phone didn't answer him.
With a grunt, Jon forced himself to sit up and get out of bed properly. There wasn't any way around the situation with his family, the fact that it came about from a Wish ensured that; at least he could look forward to seeing Karyn and maybe brainstorming some actual good they could do with the Stone. She and him had both had a harsh lesson in its misuse, after all.
Hey, I'm bringing the Stone to school again today. I miiiiight have already used it in ways I regret, so lets be thinking of actual good ways to use it today, OK?
- From You, 7:02 AM
Oh, great. What was the new wish?
- From Karyn, 7:03 AM
I was bored, so I wished something interesting would happen. I didn't realize I was holding the Stone.
-From You, 7:03 AM
.....really
-From Karyn, 7:04 AM
Yes, it was stupid of me. You made an accident like that too, y'know!
-From You, 7:05 AM
Yuh huh. So what actually happened?
-From Karyn, 7:05 AM
The Stone is making me choose between two hypothetical scenarios and making the hypotheticals real
-MESSAGE FAILED TO SEND
Its making me play a sadistic game on my phone
-MESSAGE FAILED TO SEND
I'll tell you about it later
-MESSAGE FAILED TO SEND
I can't tell you
-From You, 7:10 AM
wdym you can't tell me?
-From Karyn, 7:10 AM
I literally can't. The Stone's magic prevents it.
-From You, 7:10 AM
...
OOOOOOOF
-From Karyn, 7:11 AM
Yeah. Again, lets make an actual good wish this time? Maybe we make Sarah a redhead with little boobs lol
-From You, 7:12 AM
Too soon
-From Karyn, 7:12 AM
Sorry
-From You, 7:12 AM
Its okay. I don't look THAT much like her now, right?
-From Karyn, 7:13 AM
Jon tensed up a little as he read the message. This question felt like the entry to a minefield. Better play it safe with something noncommittal.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Why do you ask?
-From You, 7:15 AM
The message didn't come through for a lengthy moment. He could see via the little dots that Karyn was typing. Then she wasn't typing. Then she was typing again.
No reason
-From Karyn, 7:21 AM
Jon didn't believe it in the slightest.
K. C U @ school then!
-From Jon, 7:22 AM
He didn't want things to be weird between him and Karyn. She didn't either. They were already friends, no reason to complicate it. No reason to speculate if she was jealous of Sarah or just resented her. No reason to wonder if she had a crush on him or if he was just misreading her and Sarah's Mean Girls dynamic. No reason to be vulnerable and risk what they had. They were friends. Best friends. He could never have asked for more. Could he?
His phone buzzed again, and at first he assumed it was just Karyn following up with a quick "K" or something.
Would You Rather...
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Karyn Black and Sarah McMillan are both deeply in love with you, and violently jealous of each other for crushing on you?
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Karyn Black and Sarah McMillan are both closeted lesbians with no interest in you beyond platonic friendship, but in love with each other?
Jon frowned. The stone was aggressively reminding him that he could, in fact, ask for more.
