Joan practiced breathing while wearing the pink atrocity that she made in class.
"Damn, guys don't have to wear clothes this tight, why do girls have to," but Joan already knew the answer to that question. She never minded girls wearing tight clothes that showed off their figure when he was a guy, but now that they were her tight clothes and her figure she objected greatly.
Joan continued to pull up on the pink dress so that it fit more snugly around her breast. "My boobs are the only thing holding this dress up so I gotta make sure that it fits right or else I'll be one 'wardrobe malfunction' away from giving my classmates a real show."
With her dress adjusted to her liking she had to address her next, and biggest, problem of what to do with the wishing stone that she was still holding in her hand. She didn't have any pockets on the dress she was wearing or on the skirt that she was wearing after she was teleported out of gym class. She also didn't have a purse or backpack at the table with the sewing machine that she was at a few minutes ago either. She could stash it with her clothes that she was leaving in the supply room, but she really didn't want to leave the stone unattended where it could easily be stolen, thrown away, or lost.
"Where can I stash this? If I put it in between my breasts it will show up as a lump on my dress, I'll have a hard time explaining the mystery bulge to the class." Joan was puzzled and she knew her teacher would be by any minute to ask her what was taking so long.
Joan's irritation over the uncomfortable dress and the need for a place to store the stone was startig to drive her crazy.
Without thinking about the fact that she was still holding the stone she said, "Dammit, I can't think while wearing this barbie doll piece of crap.
I just wish..."
