Jon was greeted at the door by Sarah's father, wearing the same shirt, shoes, and makeup he'd seen all day. The changes were so far along, the man's ordinary khaki slacks looked more out of place than everything else.
"Who are you?" he asked, looking Jon up and down.
"I'm a... friend of Sarah's."
"Yeah right," he scoffed. He turned and yelled up the stairs, "Hey Sarah! There's some creepy boy here who say's he's your friend." To her father's surprise, Sarah called back "Send him up!"
Mr. McMillan let Jon in, then walked away. "Loser," Jon heard the man say under his breath. Jon bounded up the stairs and knocked on the door. Sarah tightly clutched the stone and opened the door.
"What took you so long?" she asked. Jon didn't want to admit that he'd been scared to confront her, but he had.
"Something major's going on, and I know you're behind it."
"Who, me?" she said sarcastically. Then Jon saw what she was holding.
"Give it back!" Jon shouted.
"Shh! Do you want my parents to hear? If you think I'm dangerous with this thing, imagine what they might wish for if they found out about it."
"This has to be fixed. You've made a terrible mistake."
"No Jon, I'm in control here. Watch." Nesting the stone between her generous breasts, Sarah casually pulled off her Glamalicious t-shirt. Jon could only gape at her beautiful body, too busy concealing his growing erection to make a move on the stone.
"Get a grip, Jon. This isn't what I wanted to show you." She quickly went to her dresser, pulled out a skimpy pink tube top and pulled it on. "Now have a look," she said, pointing to the door. Jon stuck his head out, and saw both of Sarah's parents emerging from the bedroom wearing the exact same tube top, not seeming to care that their black bra straps were showing.
"They all follow my lead. It's not automatic, more of a compulsion."
"And you wished for that?" Jon asked.
"I like to think of it as a 'happy accident'. I think it gives me that much more power over this new town."
"Sarah, I'm not kidding. Give me the rock. It might not be too late to fix everything."
"No. In fact, I wish you would go back home and not want to have the rock back any more." Jon's face fell as he turned and walked out of the house.
After he left, Sarah's father came to her room.
"What the fuck was that about?" he asked.
"Oh, he just wanted to get into my pants," Sarah said.
"Ew. He's so... pale. So what did you tell him?"
"That I'm out of his league. He wouldn't stop staring at my boobs."
Her dad giggled, "Gawd, boys are so easily distracted. Show a little cleavage and they turn into zombies," he said as he adjusted his own tube top. "Say, can I borrow that plum eyeshadow? It's soo cute and I'm all out."
"Sure," Sarah said as she went to her vanity and handed it over. Sarah sighed as her dad left. This would certainly take some getting used to.
