"You are in the way," said Marsha with a wicked glint, "If you're going to be holding my breasts, I wish that you were a a bra."
Jon's face was sheer horror as he heard the words being spoke, but he instantly felt reality crash all around him as his body folded up and everything went dark.
Marsha, on the other hand, was utterly delighted. Jon had vanished and, in his place, was a lacy purple bra that fit her perfectly.
"That's wonderful!" she gleamed, and eyed the stone.
