Jon realized that his stone did have a range on it, so unless something very strange was happening, the storage place couldn't be that far away. He waited, standing in the small cubicle as if frozen, and if he hadn't made a wish, he certainly would have been frozen--probably after inhaling quite a bit of that suspended animation gas first.
A few minutes later, the cubicle lowered itself through the floor and dumped him into a horizontal, coffin-sized, box, upon which a lid closed. The box moved around--Jon couldn't see exactly where it went. At one point two male voices talked, out of Jon's sight.
"A male..." said one.
"Straaaaaange," said the other.
Jon wondered if those were really human. They sounded almost human, but why would anyone human want to collect frozen people? But then, even if they were aliens who ate people, why would they do it? After all, they could make bimbos to replace people. Couldn't they just eat the bimbos?
"I wish," whispered Jon, "that I could see outside magically."
Then he saw. His coffin was in a room, around the size of a living room, with a conveyor belt running through. Visible were what seemed to be human, except they weren't. They looked like they were falling apart. Ragged clothes, unruly hair, some with missing body parts, greyish or diseased skin--they were zombies! They seemed smarter than the movie zombies Jon knew of--for one thing, they could operate heavy machinery--but that explained it all. Zombies ate brains. Bimbos didn't have very good brains, so the zombies would need to catch real humans to eat.
Jon knew he had to get rid of this somehow. The problem was not contradicting the wishes. Wishing away the zombies would be no problem, but he couldn't wish away the bimbos or bring back the normal girls, since that would mean the area is no longer full of hot sex-hungry girls, reversing the wish.
Besides, his wish did more than just create Bimbo Services. It also altered the women so that they'd want to go there. It was hard to tell which ones had gone into the machine and been replaced by bimbos, and which just got so fixated on sex that nobody could tell them apart from bimbos anyway.
Did they just naturally want to become bimbos? Was there something in the water supply? And there was no way zombies could run a company like this. There had to be real people in it too. Maybe they were just horny and wanted a city full of bimbos.
Jon made his plans, idly wondering how his replacement was doing....
Jon looked at himself in the mirror. He had become a girl! But not a bimbo, at least. She had found out what Bimbo Services did, the hard way. Time to go home.
Somehow she had lost the stone. It didn't really matter, but there were still a lot of things she had to investigate. Like when she had searched the Internet for "Goth"... the Internet is world-wide. That would be out of the stone's range.
But, she realized, there was one way that could happen. The Internet could be filtered. So the outside world hasn't changed, but any pages mentioning Goths would be removed before Jon could see them. Why would that happen? Well, it was unlikely a goth would be a bimbo. If someone was mentally influencing the girls in the city to want to hop into that machine, they'd naturally remove anything from the Internet that gave girls other ideas.
When Jon unlocked the door, she was greeted by her mother and Zoe. "I don't know who you are," said Zoe, "but you're beautiful!"
"I'm Jon!" she said.
"You do look like Jon," said Zoe, "but you're a girl!"
"I got changed by the bimbo machine!"
"Ooooh, Jon is a bimbo now!" said Zoe. "Why don't you come and have sex with me?"
"Because I don't have the money."
"Oh."
Jon noticed her friend Tim standing around. "Hello," she said. "Tim, why are you here?"
"I just came to see Zoe. But you'll do. Do you charge as much as Karyn?"
"Tim, I'm a guy. Well, okay, I used to be, but we can't..." She thought a moment and realized that the idea of sex with guys was no longer so repulsive. But she wasn't sure she was ready for it, and even if she was, liking guys didn't make her a slut who hopped into bed with the first guy who asked.
"Some bimbo you are, Jon," said Tim.
"I'm not a bimbo!"
