Since you’re not tired, and you’re cleaned up, you decide to try something. You pull the stone out of your pocket and look at its faint glow in your hand, then think, “I wish it was a few hours ago, and I was just walking into the party I was planning to go to tonight.”
You see the stone flash just as the world swirls around you. It stops swirling after a few seconds, and you suddenly find yourself walking through the front door of a house. You barely avoid tripping over the threshold of the doorway as you shove the now-dark stone back into your pocket, remembering to close the door behind you as your brief disorientation leaves you.
As the music from the stereo system hits your ears, you pull your cell phone out of your other pocket. 8:53, it says on the display -- you’ve gone back in time about four hours.
The party is mostly people standing around, drinks in hand, talking. You don’t see anyone you recognize -- Jason is a freshman at the local campus of the state university, and this party is mostly students, being held at a house not too far from the school.
You decide you might as well get a drink yourself and check out the rest of the action. You head for the kitchen, where you presume the beverages are located. Once there, you spot Jason standing in the corner talking to a blonde in a college sweatshirt and jeans -- or, rather, listening to her talk. He notices you and gives you a slight nod, but his eyes say “please don’t come over here and interrupt us.”
You give them some space and instead find the various drink options on the kitchen counter. You’re not much of a drinker -- at 19, you’re officially underage and have only had a few chances to try alcohol anyway -- so you just pour yourself a Coke.
Taking a sip, you glance back over. You wonder if this is the “chick” that Jason is going to score, as he said in his text message to you. She’s cute enough, but you know Jason’s preferences are actually a bit different. With your plastic cup in one hand and your hand absentmindedly in your pocket, you think, “I wish she was more Jason’s type.”
You watch, stunned, as she suddenly morphs. She grows taller and more obviously voluptuous, her sweatshirt transforming into a black vinyl halter top as her enlarged breasts push it outward, jeans becoming tight black leather pants, sneakers becoming platform heels. Her hair darkens, growing longer, and her skin loses its freckles and gains a nice, even tan. Within seconds, she’s become a beautiful, raven-haired woman with the face and body of a porn star.
And neither she nor Jason seemed to have noticed a thing. You glance around -- a couple more people have entered the kitchen to get drinks, but they didn’t bat an eyelash at her transformation.
You take the stone out of your pocket again. It’s not glowing, which you figure means that it needs to recharge or something -- but then the glow flickers back to life. You already knew this was a powerful object -- it gave you energy, cleaned you up, and sent you back in time -- but somehow its power has now really hit home for you, having seen someone literally shapeshift in front of you as no one else noticed.
You take a deep breath and think, “I wish...”
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