Marsha beamed at the new purple bra that she had changed the stranger into. Not only was she delighted to be rid of him, she now had the stone and could wish whatever she wanted. The first thing she wanted, however, didn't require magic. Reaching behind her back, she tried to unclasp the bra and be rid of Jon once and for all.
"You do make a very nice bra," she cooed, "But I'm afraid --"
She stopped mid-sentence. The clasps had come off, but the cups stuck to the front of her chest, as though attached by magic. Which, of course, they were.
"Oh, this is not going to stand," she scolded at the Jon bra, "One way or another, I'm going to get rid of you."
