"Let go, Bill!" shouted Kimberly angrily. "You always think everything is yours. I wish I had all your stuff!"
The whole world seemed to briefly hiccup. Bill thought he saw the Grellstone flash a bright, emerald green for a moment, but after he blinked his eyes he saw it still clutched in his kid sister's hands, the same dull green color he had seen earlier.
But everything else was clearly NOT normal...
Kimberly was now wearing Bill's clothes! She had his t-shirt, his blue jeans, his sneakers... and everything had changed sizes to fit her thirteen-year old body. She was even carrying Bill's backpack again... the one that, just moments earlier, she had given to him.
Bill looked at himself, suddenly noticing the weight of the backpack was clearly gone from his own shoulder. Not only was the backpack gone, but Bill was now dressed in Kimberly's clothes! He was wearing a tight black t-shirt with pink lettering that said: "Girlz Rool!" He had Kimberly's capri pants, her pink ankle socks, and her black-and-pink shoes... all strangely sized to fit Bill's older, masculine body. He noticed he even had purple, glittery polish on his nails, badly chipped and flaked in the same places it had been on Kimberly's hands only moments ago.
"Wh-Wh-What happened to us?" asked Bill.
"I dunno," answered an equally confused Kimberly. "I said I wished I had all your stuff... and then... now we're wearing each other's clothes."
"It's that emerald in your hand," said Bill. "It grants wishes. Well, only if you're angry enough... which apparently you were. So now you have all my stuff, and I guess I have all of yours."
"Cool," murmured Kimberly.
"No," sighed Bill. "Not cool! I'm gonna get beat up if I stand around out in public dressed in my kid sister's clothes."
"Well technically they are YOUR clothes now," laughed Kimberly.