JC's mind was a complete mess.
She felt as if she were being pulled apart at the seams trying to juggle everything happening simultaneously. Karyn and Mom had shown their true colors and planned to keep her as the childish CJ indefinitely; now, she was a teenage ballerina, the very kind she'd ogled as Jon, and somehow, she was friends with Sarah McMillan, who barely knew she existed as a boy. The wishes had gotten so out of hand that everyone but her thought a girl who technically didn't exist at the moment was missing, and for crying out loud, she didn't even know her own middle name!
And now Sarah was standing before her, the picture-perfect dancer, in a private place. It was more or less Jon's fantasy, give or take a few toilets and hand dryers.
JC didn't even know where to start. Should she find a way to get away from everyone and become CJ again to put a stop to the red alert? When would she get to be herself again, and for that matter, did she even want to be Jon anymore? What would life be like as JC?
Amidst all this chaos, she'd all but forgotten her stone-granted ability to wish from afar, and that's when her vocabulary betrayed her. Folding her arms underneath her ample chest -- a strange feeling in and of itself -- JC's tongue slipped.
"I know, Sarah; I'm so sorry! I just wish..."
