As soon as he had entered the room, Jon started to shout at Becky. "Why would you steal fr-" but he was cut short as Becky shouted from the other side of the room.
"I wish Jon was bound to this chair and unable to escape until I say otherwise!" Suddenly, Jon's world turned upside down for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in one of the kitchen chairs. He tried to get up, but he couldn't move a muscle. He tried to cuss out his sister, but he found he couldn't speak, either.
Becky grinned at him. "Well, Jon, this time the game is mine. I should have been the one to get this stone from grandpa, I'M the oldest. Why did he give it to you? You're still such a baby." Jon wanted to shout at her, but he still couldn't speak. "Ya know what? I'm going to MAKE you into the baby I see you as." She paused. A smile spread across her face. "No... Why punish mom by making her take care of a baby again? Instead of making you into a baby, I'm going to give you a much more embarassing punishment." She took a deep breath as she got ready to make a wish.
"I wish that when in the company of anyone other than myself, Jon, my brother, must act and talk like a three-year-old girl who is barely potty trained. I wish all of Jon's clothes were those suiting a three-year-old girl." Jon's plain white t-shirt and jeans suddenly morphed into a pink, frilly dress. Jon heard a slight crinkle from underneath him, and knew that he must have been wearing a diaper. "I wish that whenever Jon tries to hurt me, tries to take back the stone, or tries to wear clothing other than clothes for a three-year-old girl, he will uncontrollably wet himself." Becky then smiled and turned towards the door, but stopped before walking three steps away, turning back to face Jon. "Oh, and I wish that your friend, Karyn, was completely aware of the world before my wishes. That ought to make your life interesting! Ta ta!" As soon as she had reached the doorway, she called back, trying to stifle her wild laughter, "Oh, and you can move now, Jonny!"
