Sarah clutched the stone in her hand with a triumphant smile.
- Well, Sarah. Here's your drink. Satiate and we start once and for...
Jon dropped the drink down to see Sarah with the stone in her hand.
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Sarah!Let go of my stone!
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Nu-uh. It's not yours, it's mine, and to stop you from doing something foolish I wish you follow my orders whatever.
Jon made "‹"‹several strides toward Sarah, furious, with intent to steal the stone. Still ...
- Jon, stay put where you are.
As much as he tried he couldn't go closer. His body didn't obey him, it preferred to follow the orders of Sarah before his own. The boy grunted.
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Don't think you can get rid of me so easily, Sarah! While I know that stone and what you can do with it I will be waiting to take it off and you can't change that even if you orders things.
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That is easily solved. Jon, I command you to forget everything you know.
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What ...!?
He Couldn't continue. After that Jon expression became absent. He looked to the side and to the other without understanding. Sarah wasn't limited to erase the Jon memories of the rock. She had deleted everything Jon had learned during his life, except the things that were learned by instinct for survival, such as breathing or walking. Perhaps Sarah should help he eat porridge with a spoon like a small child from now. Sarah's smile widened at the expression of Jon, denoting greater stupidity than most bimbo that Sarah had known. When she thinking about the wording of the wish she had an idea that made "‹"‹her smile more. She decided to test the limits of the orders.
- Jon, be a beautiful Irish girl singing and dancing happily.
Immediately the place that had been occupied by Jon now was occupied by a long-haired girl with two pigtails and dressed in a stereotyped manner, with a miniskirt and green shoes, a sleeveless white with a picture of a shamrock and striped green and white stockings. Even her scrunchies was shaped shamrocks. Smiling, but with the same expression host not knowledge in her brain, she began to sing and dance the way the stereotypical Irish cartoon people did. Sarah rolled around on the floor with a laugh.
- This is great! She cried with laughter. You are much better as well, Jon. Do you know? I command you to stay with this look forever.
Still dancing and singing the new girl felt a strange feeling going through her body. No difference was evident but now this was its final form. More real even than she was born, because even if someone made "‹"‹a wish with the stone, trying to fix or reformulating Sarah wish that Jon followed his every command, or even Sarah ordered Jon to change her appearance again, Jon was stuck in this look FOREVER. Oblivious to this problem the Irish girl continued dancing and singing as Sarah had ordered. Sarah got up from the floor, still laughing, and watched Jon for a few minutes.
- "Jon" doesn't suit you at all as a name. Your name must be Eavan Kiley. Sounds more appropriate to your new look.
Still dancing Eavan blinked when her brain process the first data of her life, her name.
- Well, that was fun but stops dancing and singing.
Eavan immediately stopped. Because of all the movement had, to her mind was the level of a baby and that her bladder had become smaller when she change her look, she didn't even try control her bladder when released pee. A stain grew on the skirt and the liquid is poured down her legs, dripping. Eavan opened her eyes, not understanding what was happening, and looked her skirt and legs wet. It could have arranged just Sarah command her take control of her bladder from now, but Sarah was a bitch. Seeing that, cruelly laughed and stroked her hair gently.
- it's belongs to you, Aevan. In fact your surname is Mc Pee
Aevan blinked again. Yes, Kiley Aevan Mc Pee, that was her name.
- Well, Aevan. We can't mess around with your bladder. There are more important things to do. So we go to this dirty and smelly house.
Sarah smiled even more. She was going to enjoy a lot from now. She was completely sure of it.
