Jon and Karyn argued the whole time as they walked back to Jon's house, covering several topics of discussion. But as they crossed the threshold into Jon's house, the topic that they had fallen on in particular was Jon's nipples.
"I can see them right through your T-shirt," Karyn complained. "It's obscene, you have to wear a bra."
"I'm a guy, I'm not going to wear a bra."
"You're a guy who wished for massive boobs," Karyn sighed. "You can't just leave them dangling around. People will stare. And eventually they're going to flop around on you and you'll wish you were wearing a bra."
Jon put the stone down on his desk as he entered his bedroom. "Listen, this is all really weird for me. Maybe you're right, I don't know, but I need to take things at my pace. Maybe we'll figure out a way to fix this. And if we don't, I'll confront the idea of wearing a bra later. But right now, it's not something I'm comfortable with."
Jon sat heavily on his bed, not noticing a particular detail that Karyn had picked up on: a big, sturdy bra that was draped over the back of Jon's desk chair. As though hung there after a long day. The wish was on Karyn's side, it had given Jon bras to go along with the boobs he'd wished for. Karyn just needed to get Jon on the right page.
"I wish you fully understood the importance of wearing a bra to support your boobs," Karyn said with her hand placed on the stone sitting on Jon's desk.
Jon's eyes went blank for a moment, but when they returned he looked at Karyn with a deadpan expression. "You didn't have to do that. I get it, I understand why it's important. I just needed some time." The boy sighed. "Fine, but could you step out of the room for a second while I change into a bra?"
Karyn obliged.
But elsewhere in down, an iPod Nano buzzed in the back pocket of a particular cheerleader, prompting her to take a look at it. The scene in Jon's room played for Sarah, and she took a moment to savor the wish that Karyn had made. Then she held her finger over the button in the iPod Nano, and she made one change.
"I wish you fully understood the importance of wearing a bra to show off your boobs."
There was a flash, but not focused on Jon. It was focused on his desk chair, or more specifically on the object draped over the back of Jon's desk chair. And when the flash subsided, the once-sturdy bra was now revealed to be black and lacy, with decorative details on the outside of the cups and a small amount of padding on the inside.
"You didn't have to do that," Jon said in a deadpan. "I get it, boobs are meant to be displayed. I just needed some time."
Once again, the boy asked Karyn to leave the room so that he could change into a bra. But Karyn wasn't sure why she'd specified that Jon should show off. Karyn certainly wasn't very showy-offy with her own boobs. But she shrugged her shoulders. Sure, Jon was about to put on a lacy push-up bra, but at least he was putting on a bra.
