"I wish that Joan would be a towel in the men's locker room until noon today when she will turn back into her regular, human self and would magically appear at the school flagpole at that time. I wish that she would still be conscious in her towel form and that she would have all of the senses that she has as a human being in that form as well. I wish that she would be indestructible when she is a towel and that she wouldn't feel pain in that form. I wish that once she is done being used she would magically become clean and dry and would be put back in with the clean towels. I wish that Joan would only be used by cute guys while she is a towel. I wish that Joan would notice the changes made to reality and would know that the wishing rock is the cause of these changes. I wish that Joan would also know I did this to make up for griping at her and that she would be safe while she was a towel so she might as well enjoy." Nicole cleared her throat after whispering such a mouthful. She casually put the wishing stone back into her backpack and zipped it up.
"Wow. That felt more like a speech than a wish, but at least I know I got all of the bases covered and that Joan will be ok," thought Nicole as she proceeded to get undressed once again. Nicole couldn't help but feel envious of Joan and her little adventure that she would soon be going on. You see, Nicole was always intrigued by the idea of being changed into an inanimate object and being used by other people. She had never been to any fetish sites on the internet dealing with the subject, but she would frequently scan through cartoons to see if they contained transformations via an angry witch or an accident prone genie. It never occurred to Nicole that other people might not be into her secret fetish, since she thought that Joan would end up loving the experience that Nicole wished up. (The fact that Nicole doesn't know that Joan is supposed to be a guy also played a part as well.)
"I can't help but envy Joan," thought Nicole as she daydreamed about being a towel herself. "Being rubbed up against the cutest guys most private areas and being touched in ways most girls can only dream of. I know Joan probably thinks that I've lost my mind right now, but I'm pretty sure she'll come around when she gets used by someone like Dan Dawson. I wouldn't mind being his towel for a while. Hell, I wouldn't mind being anything that Dan Dawson touches."
Nicole stepped into one of the shower stalls as she continued to wonder what Joan was experiencing and planned out other possible transformations for herself and Joan.
