Karyn was still standing there.
But she wasn't.
Her baggy jumper was gone. In its place clung a tight, low-cut black crop top that left a daring strip of toned midriff exposed. Her jeans had become skin-hugging leggings that shimmered faintly, as though threaded with silver. The ponytail had vanished; her thick blonde hair now spilled in loose, glossy waves past her shoulders, catching the morning sun like molten gold.
And her chest...
Jon's brain short-circuited.
Where there had once been the generous but modest curves he'd spent years carefully not staring at, there were now impossible, gravity-defying breasts that strained against the thin fabric of her top, round and full and impossibly perky, easily twice the size they had been moments ago. The neckline plunged so low it was practically an invitation.
Karyn tilted her head, smiling at him with lips that looked plumper, redder, more inviting than they had any right to be.
"Hey babe," she purred, voice lower, huskier, dripping with casual seduction. "You take the long way again? I was starting to think you'd ditched me for someone prettier."
She stepped closer, close enough that he could smell vanilla and something darker, something that made his knees feel unreliable.
Jon stared, mouth dry, brain screaming static.
Only he remembered.
Only he knew that thirty seconds ago Karyn Black had been his tomboy best friend in a ratty sweater.
And now…
Now she was looking at him like he was hers.
The phone in his hand felt suddenly very warm.
He looked down.
The Previous Changes list had one new entry:
Automatic adjustment: Karyn Black's body and personality optimized for maximum sexual appeal and attraction toward app owner. Libido increased. Social dynamic shifted to intimate/possessive girlfriend relationship. Physical proportions enhanced for exaggerated femininity and erotic impact.
The timer had reset.
12:00:00
And it was already counting down.
Jon swallowed hard.
Karyn's manicured fingers brushed his wrist, sending electricity up his arm.
"You okay?" she asked, eyes sparkling with mischief and heat. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
He forced a smile that felt like it belonged to someone else.
"Yeah," he managed. "Just… weird morning."
She leaned in, lips brushing his ear.
"Don't worry," she whispered. "I'll make it better."
And somewhere inside the quiet terror and rising heat in his chest, Jon Gibson realized two things at once:
The app was real.
And his life had just become something far more interesting, and far more dangerous, than he ever could have imagined.
Back in his room, the wishing stone had found it's way under his chest of drawers, where it might not be found for years. All memory of its existence and powers had faded, thanks to Jon's careless wish for something interesting to happen.
