Wardrobe Corrections

"Jon. Calm down. Don't worry, I'm sure we can use the rock to turn you back into a guy." Karyn said soothingly, guessing at what Jon had done to him/herself, although not really sure why.
"Turn me back into a guy? Why do you keep saying that? I've always been a girl!" Jon said forcefully, even as (s)he stared at herself in shock.
"Well, then why were you asking "what have I done" just now?" Karyn continued reasonably.
"You silly twit," Jon cried, "Can't you see that my top doesn't match my skirt! The boys will think I'm a freak and all the girls (at least those who, unlike you, have fashion sense) will laugh at me if I go out in this. And if they laugh at me they won't WANT me, and I won't get any action." With this Jon, rock in hand, stomped off into the house, muttering "What was I thinking? Just because this top really shows off my boobs doesn't mean it goes witht his skirt. i know, I'll get an even shorter skirt that goes with the top. Now where is it?"
Jon didn't even notice that Karyn had followed her, looking with amazement at the assortment of clothes one of Jon's earlier wishes had produced. She was even more amazed as she saw the skirt Jon had picked out. It certainly did go witht he top, but it was so short Barbie (as in Ken & Barbie, don't yo know) wouldn't be covered by it.
"Jon, come on. Not even someone born a girl would wear something like that! Start thinking man, uh, I mean, girl!"
A frustrated Jon turned to look at Karyn. "This bitch is ruining my chance for a good time she muttered to herself. I wish that . . ."