Once again, Jon woke up before his alarm, but this time it was because of the yelling going on outside his door. He quickly threw on some pants and ran out to see what was going on and could only stare as the memories of the previous day came flooding back.
"Give it back, bitch!" Mikey screamed.
"No way, it's mine, dork!" Zoe retorted.
Jon's mother came quickly up the stairs "What on earth is going on you two?"
"Mom, Zoe stole my Red Delicious lip gloss! I was gonna wear it today." Their mother looked sternly at Zoe, and after a moment she caved.
"I wanted to wear the same shade, but I'm all out," Zoe said.
"Zoe, what have I told you about taking your brother's makeup?"
Zoe grunted, "Fine," and gave the tube back to Mikey. Jon kept staring. There was another new change to his mother, sister, and brother. They were each wearing a silky pink bathrobe. He figured everyone in town now had an identical one hanging in their closet.
Their mother looked at Zoe. "I think your father has an extra lip gloss in that shade. You can borrow his." Soon, everyone had dispersed from the hallway, and Jon saw his chance. The bathroom was open... he'd finally get to take a shower.
The warm water was calming. What wasn't calming was the sight of four identical pink razors in the shower, which hadn't been there before. No doubt they were all shaving their legs now. He wondered how long it would be until he was sharing a house with four teenage queen bees. Judging by this morning's events, not long.
Jon had to get a grip. At least he still remembered how things were supposed to be. Which, he figured, was exactly the point. But he couldn't let that get to him. He had to get that stone back. Stealing it was out of the question. Without Karyn's help, he'd be a sitting duck trying to break into Sarah's house even if she hadn't likely wished up some magical protection.
No, he'd have to reason with her.
****
On the way to school, Jon saw Karyn and Rob waiting up ahead. They looked upset about something.
"Hurry up Jon," Rob called out.
"Yeah," Karyn said, "We've been waiting, like, forever."
"Sorry guys," Jon said. Rob was wearing shorts, and Jon could see that his legs were now smooth and tan. They walked together, but it seemed like Rob and Karyn had to make sure they were a step or two ahead of Jon.
Jon's morning classes had more of the same. It seemed like most people were simply annoyed by Jon's presence. He even got that vibe from his teachers. By lunchtime even more changes had occurred. It seemed like they were accelerating.
Everybody had silver hoop earrings, a heart pendant necklace, and a pink bow hair clip. Even their balding principal had managed that one. He still sat with Karyn and Rob, but they didn't say much to him.
By fifth period there was mascara, and the eyeshadow appeared just before the final bell. Jon waited outside for Rob and Karyn, but there was no sign of them. One person was waiting for him, however.
"Hope you're enjoying your week so far," Sarah cooed. He recognized the makeup and accessories, but was at least grateful he didn't have to see his friends and family wearing the flowery, skimpy sundress that Sarah had on.
"What did you wish for, Sarah?"
"Ah ah, that would be telling. Besides, I thought you'd have it figured out by now."
"I think so, but I want to know how you worded it. Because I'm probably going to have to be the one to fix it. You do know that wishes can't be reversed, right? They can only be modified."
Sarah looked surprised for a second, but quickly regained her seductive composure. "Of course I knew that. I just wanted to see how you were dealing with it, that's all. I'll catch up with you tomorrow. I'm sure it will have even more surprises in store." She turned and left quickly. That scared Jon a bit. It meant she probably had made a stupid wish. But it also meant that he had planted some doubt in her mind. That could be useful.
Jon had started to head home when Biff Meadows' Jeep sped by. Before he could react, he felt a cold rush all over his face and torso. The three jocks in the jeep giggled as they sped off, while Jon looked down at the grape soda that now covered him from head to toe.
Getting home as quickly as possible, Jon ran to his room and chucked off his shirt and pants, throwing on some fresh clothes. He ran down to the laundry room to wash his soiled duds, and stopped dead at the sight before him. There atop the counter, freshly washed and neatly folded, were four stacks of bras and panties. He looked closer. Four frilly piles. Panties, thongs, boyshorts, push up bras, bustiers. A rainbow of colors, mostly pastels, pinks, purples. Four piles, four different sizes. But otherwise completely identical.
