"I wish that person had boobs and hair identical to the boobs and hair Karyn had before her wish!"
The stone warmed up in his palm and, with a flash, Karyn's original parts were there before them in the neighborhood park.
Karyn frowned. "Gee, Zoe, I appreciate it and all, but... maybe you should have wished them onto a girl?"
Jon looked from Karyn to the skateboarder. The skateboarder was the visage of a perfect punk kid, from the Misfits tee to the ratty sneakers. The exception of course being the slightly tomboyish choppy chin-length red hair and the somewhat smaller-than-average breasts hanging free behind the skull-print album cover on his chest. Jon looked back to Karyn. "Why?"
"Maybe because after we swap, he's going to be stuck with these cheerleader cans and twin ponytails? Isn't that a little cruel?"
Jon shrugs. "It's not like he'll notice. To him and everyone else, this will be how he always looked. How is that cruel?"
"So if you were in his shoes, you wouldn't care that you were swapped against your will?"
"If I were in his shoes, I wouldn't know that I was swapped in the first place. How could I care?"
Karyn huffs. "Fine. Let's just do this." She looks back to where the skateboarder had been doing kick flips. "Gimme-wait where'd he go?"
Jon looked around. "I don't see him either. Damn. I guess picking someone on wheels was a bad choice."
Karyn rolled her eyes. "Well, so much for us being cautious. The park isn't all that big, where should we-"
"I wish that person had boobs and hair identical to the boobs and hair Karyn had before her wish!" Jon cut her off.
Karyn glares. "What the hell, Zoe?" She looks over at the jogger with her red hair and small breasts.
"What? This time I picked a girl, like you said." The girl in question was a sporty-looking young woman with slightly tomboyish choppy chin-length red hair. She was wearing athletic shorts that exposed her well-worked legs and a sports bra that covered her somewhat smaller-than-average breasts but displayed her toned abs.
"I was going to suggest we go look for the first guy rather than change another random person."
"She isn't random... She lives close to me, I think. Maybe." Jon rubbed his chin. "Anyway, the point is she's a girl, like you asked."
Karyn only sighed. No point crying over spilt milk, she supposed. "Gimme those breasts," she said with index finger drawn, "and gimme that hair."
"Finally," the girl smiled. Her hair was her own red hue and her own tomboyish style. Her boobs were back to her own original size. Somehow she felt a little off, having grown a little used to her borrowed proportions and to the sensation of hair touching her neck, but this was far preferable. Off feelings aside, what she felt most was relief.
"Well?" Asked Jon. "Are you going to swap back?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" smirked the girl, happy to see him unaware. But then again, shouldn't it be obvious? Her hair and breasts looked nothing like Sarah's now - unless her friend now remembered her initial wish differently. And what about the skater punk? His hair and breasts ought to be entirely different from the jogger's. Shouldn't that be enough to break the boy from swap's spell? The vacant look in his eyes said otherwise.
"So we just wished your original parts onto two different people for nothing?" Jon frowned. "This seems awful unlike you."
"And why not? It's not like they'll notice," She retorted smugly, throwing his own line back at him. "Besides, how could the world looking a bit more like me be a bad thing?" Karyn briefly imagined everyone becoming more like her, or anyone else for that matter, and shivered. The thought alone was unsettling, but it made for a satisfying retort.
"I see, so this is a lesson of some sort?" Jon raised a brow. "To make me feel guilty for using my incredible new powers irresponsibly?"
"Um, yes?"
"Well, jokes on you. I don't feel guilty in the slightest," he said a bit too blithely. Karyn wasn't sure if he was tying to convince her or himself, but she was happy with the turn of events which had seemingly earned her both the satisfaction of an ironic deception played on her friend and the moral high ground.
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Bzzt!
The goth girl was relaxed in bed, post-punk streaming through a frayed pair of headphones when her phone vibrated on the pillow beside her.
"your brothers weird," a text from her friend Jerry said simply. He was more of a friend of a friend, really, hanging out more with Athena than with Zoe.
"Yes. Yes he is," Zoe texted in reply. "Y?"
Bzzt! "i saw him and his gf at the psrk" Bzzt! "they were looking at me funny and talking nonsense" Bzzt! "think they were staring at my boobs"
Zoe laughed to herself at the thought of her brother ogling her friend. She was pretty sure he wasn't gay, even if only for the fact he can't keep a secret to save his life. After a moment's thought, she typed back a response. "What kind of nonsense?"
