And that's when everything went white...
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Jon immediately took two steps backward.
He was back in his room! Well, his old room.
Looking down at himself, he saw the trusty black t-shirt and torn blue jeans that had been his staple for as long as he could remember. It was an outfit he couldn't remember wearing for the past six years. Or maybe it was just for the last six minutes? He looked up at Sarah, staring back at him with that toothy, smug grin that he knew very well, one that even he'd had in his repertoire too. In fact, when he looked at Sarah, Jon didn't have to guess any more. He knew exactly what it was like to be her. The beauty, the greed, the power that all mixed together to make a McMillan. The same smoothie cocktail he had pumping through his veins up until a few minutes ago. Jon shuddered, remembering how he learned to act as Paige; a spoiled, vapid, little brat! And he liked it!
A quick jolt of insight hit him square in the face. Wasn't that Sarah's wish? For him to know exactly what it was like to be her? Now that he did, was the nightmare finally over?
As he continued to look at her, he realized that knowing how she felt wasn't just a mental exercise either. He knew how Sarah felt physically too - the way the fringe from the denim mini-skirt felt against her freshly lotioned legs, how the light piling of her golden blonde hair felt against her soft neck, the way the slim straps of her bra felt as they tugged gently against her shoulders. Thinking about it was kind of comforting.
He wanted to shake that feeling, take that comfort and ram it against the walls of his brain, but Jon's mind just couldn't. It was like his body was responding to the pleasure that Paige responded to. Like it was more comfortable there than it was being himself again. It was unnerving. He'd get over it.
"Why don't you take a picture, Jon, it'll last longer "
God. Sarah was such a bitch.
"Or would you rather me call you Paigey?" Sarah hung on that name for a second. "I'm sure you're like so totally bummed that we're back in your gross bedroom instead of sitting at my place, aren't you?" She added an overdone Valley Girl accent for effect.
God. She knew.
"I hope you had a nice trip, sis," the sarcasm oozed from every syllable she spoke, "a quick wish was all I needed to find out what the rock did to you, and might I say, bra-vo. That stone is almost smarter than I am!"
God. How was he ever going to get out of this?
"Don't worry though, I won't tell anyone. I'll just let you live with knowing how great I live. You decide if that's a reward or a punishment, sweetheart. Of course, if you want to wear bright lipstick, cute heels, and push-up bras again, come back to my place and I'll think about making your Paige dream-world a more permanent one. I kind of liked having a little sister."
Sarah faked a yawn. "Looks like it's getting late, practice in the morning, and I'm beat from all this wishing. See ya later, Jonny - good luck! Time for bed! Toodles!"
And with that, Sarah disappeared with the stone.
Jon had to go to bed too. The next morning, he'd find Karyn and figured things out, this whole situation was too weird
