Jon was about to say something to Tom... bot stopped as he realized that he had no idea what.'Hmm...'
After a few seconds of thinking, Jon smiled as his eyes stopped on inspiration. 'Say, Tom...'
'Yeah?'
'Y'know... right now you're a bra...'
'...yeah? So I can go in the girls' locker room, remember?'
'But you're a bra right now... and bra's are worn.'
Jon could almost feel it as Tom's mental eyes widened, 'You mean...?'
After a moment, Jon laid a suggestion, 'Tanya, right?'
'You could do that?'
'Could I do that? Hell, I could wish you were the bra she was wearing right now! A wish is a wish, and this stone is very literal...' Jon mused that it seemed to be just a bit too literal at times.
'Hell, I would hold her forever...'
'Hold on there, bucko. For now, let's just settle for in the locker room and during gym, and then you can think about after that.'
'Fine... but what about when I turn back into a guy?'
'Oh, yeah. I could see how that could be a problem. And what if you didn't right away? I wouldn't know it if I couldn't hear you, so I wouldn't be able to wish you back, either.' I felt the loose fabric against my chest flutter a bit as Tom probably shivered. 'And we can't have you moving around, either.'
'I moved? But I thought I was a bra? Bras don't have muscles to move!'
'This is magic, Tom. Magic doesn't always work on the same rules as everything else...'
'Fine. So what are you going to wish?'
Jon thought about it for a moment, grasped the stone in his hand as he leaned over his notebook and whispered out a few words, pretending to be reading from his notes, "I wish that, so long as Tom is a bra, that he and I will be able to communicate telepathically no matter how far apart we are from each other."
Jon felt a tingle.
'Nice, and I like that tingle, too. Now what?'
Jon took a little breath to calm himself, and then relayed what he was going to do to Tom, to Tom. 'I am going to wish that you would be the bra that Tanya was going to wear to gym today, waiting for her in her locker from five minutes before she gets there, until five minutes after she leaves you behind in whatever room, and that at that point you will not be that bra anymore and reappear as Tom wherever you would normally be at that time wearing and doing what you would normally be doing at that time. Good?'
Tom took a few seconds to absorb it all, but nodded, or tried to, anyway, causing the fabric he was now made of to ripple a bit again. 'Yeah.'
'Oh, and I'm also going to wish that you can't move, just to keep from giving away that there's anything abnormal about her bra. And... can you see?'
'No! I almost forgot about that! Better wish that one in, too!'
'Right... okay, here goes.' "First, I wish that no one other than Tom or myself will notice me making a wish or even saying anything unless I want them to. Now, I wish that you would be the bra that Tanya was going to wear to gym today, waiting for her in her locker from five minutes before she gets there, until five minutes after she leaves you behind in whatever room, and that at that point you will not be that bra anymore and reappear as Tom wherever you would normally be at that time wearing and doing what you would normally be wearing and doing at that time. I also wish that, while you are a bra, you would always be able to see, hear, and feel what's going on around you, but that you couldn't move even one bit other than how the bra you will be normally moves." I also secretly hoped that this wouldn't come back to bite me in the ass, either...
Tom seemed excited at the prospect of what he was about to experience, but something still seemed wrong for him. 'But Jon, it's still amost an hour 'till then! What am I supposed to do until then?'
I took on a deadpan look as I wondered about it. 'How about this?' "I wish this sports bra were in the girls' locker room right now, and that he could see without having eyes or cameras of any kind because I'm sure that would freak out a few people." Suddenly Jon felt the oddly constricting garment was gone.
'Whoa! I think it worked! I can see! ... but the room is dark so I can only see just a little bit... damn.'
Jon tried to hide a smirk at his friend's antics, "I wish I were wearing only the clothes I first walked in here with.. earlier today." Jon added that last part at the last possible second, realizing that he could have suddenly been wearing the clothes of his younger, and smaller 13 year old self, from way back when he first walked in that room three years ago... He was relieved to find that the save had worked, so the stone hadn't mis-interpreted his wish.
'Hey Jon, you still there?'
'Yeah. Hope you're having fun.'
'Not really, not right now, anyways...'
'Well just stick around, it might be a while.' And so Jon went back to participating in the class, keeping his stone in his pocket and resolving not to say anything unless he needed to.
