Try as they might, Jon and Karyn simply could not figure out a way to get past the other wishes. "Become more like Karyn" was fairly vague, but Allan's wish for the previous changes to continue was very explicit.
"Look Jon, it's getting late. My mom's going to be expecting me back for dinner." Karyn said apologetically.
"Don't worry about it." Jon sighed. "Maybe after we've had some sleep something will come to us. Besides, how much could I change in one more night?" Jon remarked, trying to remain positive.
Karyn had a strange look on her face as they walked towards the door. Just before she walked out, she turned about face. "Really Jon, I know we can fix it. Just give it a bit more time." Jon wasn't entirely sure he had a bit more time, but he had to stay positive, for her as much as him.
"Yeah. Just a bit more time." He replied. They said their goodbyes and Karyn returned home. Jon was surprised to discover he had been chewing his nails as he watched her walk away. Exasperated, he slammed the door and turned back into his house.
"What was the sweety?" His mother called from the kitchen.
"Nothing mom, Karyn just left." He answered.
"Well, come on in, I made that spaghetti the way you like it." She replied cheerfully. He knew she was trying to cheer him up, but he couldn't but notice how she carefully avoided staring at his unruly, newly blonde hair.
It was incredibly frustrating. He wasn't used to having all that extra hair up there, and it kept falling in his face when he bent over his plate.
It was nearly the length Karyn's had been before her accidental wish, he had no idea how she handled it now. But at least it wasn't as long as her's currently was, nor in a feminine style. He still possessed the traces of hair on his jaw, and the beginnings of side burns that were clearly male. He'd just lost some weight, that's all. And had a magical dye job.
Even though it was one of his favorite meals, he could barely manage one bowl, and after that he was stuffed. Jon told himself that it was just the stress and the pizza from last night.
He told his mom goodnight and decided to turn in early. The sooner he got to sleep, the sooner the next morning would come, and the sooner he could get to work on fixing this mess.
As he was undressing for bed, he noticed for the first time what he was wearing. It was certainly not a woman's garment by any means, and it was something he'd owned before. The stone had nothing to with that. However, he had only realized in that moment what it really was.
Neatly folded up and ready for the hamper was a baggy green sweater.
