"Hey," Jon said, "my puny little brother Mikey. He keeps getting into my things, let's teach him a lesson."
"Are you sure," Karyn said, "I mean, we don't wanna make a mistake or anything..."
"Of course not, but I think a time out so to speak would be good for him."
Jon grabbed the rock and wished for his little brother Mikey to suddenly appear in front of them. Dazed and confused, Mikey had no time to react when Jon wished for him to be compelled to lay down and not move.
"Let go of me you big meanie," Mikey said with all the petulance of an 8 year old boy. "I'm telling mom."
"Go ahead," Jon said smiling, "she won't believe you anyway." That said, Jon reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of arms. Virtually identical to Mikey's arms save for one way, the fingers were smaller and thinner and the nails were painted a pretty pink polish with sparkles in it. In a matter of seconds, Mikey had the arms of a girl.
Catching on, Karyn got into the act as well. She grabbed a little girl's midsection and attached it to Mikey, ignoring the crotch for a moment. Jon followed suit by taking a little girl's legs and attaching them onto Mikey, one at a time.
"What are you doing to me?" Mikey said frightful. After all, even to an 8 year old's imagination, getting body parts tacked on like nothing was out of the ordinary.
"You'll see," Jon said, reaching into his pocket for something new. He pulled out a rubber mask of some kind, and draped it over Mikey's face. Mikey felt a tingling sensation as he had before, and something that made him look away for a second before he laid there, blinking his eyes. Karyn reached over and held a hand mirror over Mikey's face, causing him to nearly scream when he saw he had the cute little face of an 8 year old girl.
"Stop, please," Mikey said. To an 8 year old, member of the opposite sex most normally were a disgusting, cootie infested stinkhole. To become a girl was a regular nightmare of Mikey, actually.
"Oh no," Jon said laughing, "This is for all the time's you've ratted me out to mom about those magazines I have. Now, quite, that voice won't do at all," Jon reached into his pocket and pulled out a neck-like structure, he slapped it onto Mikey's neck, and after a couple of coughs, Mikey had the high-pitched voice of an 8 year old girl.
"Forgetting something," Karyn said, reaching into the drawer. She pulled out a long, curly blonde wig. She attached it to Mikey's head, giving him cut golden locks that hung down to three inches below the shoulders.
"One final thing, though for your age it doesn't matter as much." Jon reached into his pocket and pulled out, what appeared to Mikey to be, a fleshy little object. He took it in his hands and placed it over Mikey's thingy, which as Mikey could feel promptly disappeared. He'd heard the rumors, that girls didn't have thingys, and apparently those rumors were true.
Jon grabbed the rock and forced Mikey to stand up and model of her new body. He then wished, "I wish that for the next two weeks, everyone except for you, me and Karyn thinks that you were always my little sister Margie instead of my little brother Mikey. I also wish that all of your clothes and possessions would be altered to that of an 8-year-old-girl for the next two weeks. I wish that whenever you are around anyone other than by yourself or with me and/or Karyn, you could only act like an 8-year-old-girl and wouldn't act like an 8-year-old-boy." Reality rewrote itself as Mikey's jeans and T-shirt altered themselves to become a pink dress. Her hair stylized itself to become even more curly, and had cute pink berets in it. Mikey felt other changes come over her, and when it was over she had tears in her eyes.
"Oh...you....just wait till I change back."
"Sorry Margie, but that isn't for another two weeks." Jon then wished Margie back to his house, no doubt to find that "his" room was now that of an 8 year old girl.
"That was a bit harsh," Karyn said, but still giggling with power. "I have a few people I want to try this on."
