Restoration?

"A bra?" Jon repeated. "I'm a bra?" "Yep," Karyn said, looking down the neck of her t-shirt. "White cotton with lace trim. If it helps any, you really *are* helping. I haven't felt this comfortable with my new boobs since I got them." "Well, it *doesn't* help," Jon thought back. "Don't take this the wrong way, Karyn, but I really don't want to be your bra. Hell, I don't want to be *anyone's* bra." "It's okay," Karyn told him. "I understand. Let me see if I can change you back to normal with the rock." "It won't work," Jon said in a defeated tone. "Remember? You can't use one wish to reverse another." "Well, then," she replied, "it can't hurt to try. At worse, you'll still be my bra if it doesn't work." She took the rock and held it out. "I wish that Jon wasn't my bra anymore."