Jon realized he should've just shut up. "What are you going to do?" he asked nervously. "You aren't going to kill me are you?"
"Oh please. Where's the fun in that. I'd much rather you lived the remainder of your life as a bra. And just to make sure you can't get out of it... I wish that Jon couldn't make any more wishes with this stone. There, that should keep you out of trouble."
With a triumphant smile, Sarah picked Jon.
"What a victory this is, isn't it? You two have been a pain in my ass for a long time, and now you're both taken care of. Now, a bra that talks is somewhat inconvenient -- you're not a person anymore, after all. And to emphasize that, I'll be taking the vestiges of your humanity now."
Sarah cleared her throat.
"I wish that Jon were never anything but a normal bra. I also wish I get to sense his final moments as a human."
He tried to scream, but he could make no sound. He could only watch in horror as visions of lace and femininity and the sense of fabric gnawing away his mind. If something didn't happen soon... but it was already too late. In that instant, an entire person just vanished from the timeline of the universe, existing solely to be a part of Sarah's beauty ensemble. He found himself become sleepy... and the the sea of fabric swallowed him.
Sarah opened her eyes. That was thrilling! Incredible!
She eyed the stone.
"You know... I have been in need of a Spring Wardrobe." she pondered to herself, an evil smile taking shape.
