"I wish I had your power, Ty," Dustin said, dropping the joker to the table.
"No!" Ty cried out, but he felt the magical something he'd woken up with on his birthday siphoning out of him, and into Dustin.
"And I wish," Dustin said, "that the enchantment on the cards would change. The number cards will still stay the same, but the court cards change. You draw a jack, you become a Jack. You draw a king, you become a King. And you draw a Queen, you become a Queen. But if you draw the joker you can wish for anything but taking the power from me."
"What sort of Jacks, Queens and Kings?" Ty asked.
"Oh, you know, the usual: Jack Tripper, Queen Latifah, Elvis. It's sort of random." Dustin grinned. "You can draw as many as you want, but only get to choose once. After that, it goes back to being just a pack of cards."
"Then why should I draw?" Ty asked.
Dustin grinned. "You can't take the power from me, but you could wish to get the power granted again."
Ty nodded. "I'll take ten cards then."
Dustin grinned and dealt them, and Ty began to turn them over. First the two of hearts. His muscles swelled up with an extra twenty pounds. Not a problem, but not what he wanted. Then came the five of hearts. Even more muscle. Okay... Ty turn the next card. The seven of hearts. This was getting insane, as were his muscles. He flipped the next one. The three of hearts. This really was getting ridiculous. Next came the nine of diamonds. Ty started getting taller, going from the freakish to the ludicrous. But he still had five more chances to get his power back.
He flipped the next card. The four of clubs. Body hair increased. He flipped the next. The five of clubs. Even more hair. He flipped the next. The nine of clubs. He was becoming a complete fuzzball, and the cards definitely weren't shuffled that well.
Two more chances. He flipped over the Queen of Clubs. At once, he transformed from a giant hairy horse-hung bodybuilder into Queen Latifah!
"One last card," Dustin said, grinning.
Ty reached out, flipping over the last: The Ace of Clubs. A little hair, or a lot. He chose to go with very little, since he was a woman now, and it was bad enough being Queen Latifah without being a hairy Queen Latifah.
Ty looked at himself. "What am I going to do now?"
"Sing?" Dustin suggested.