What an ugly place, thought Mikey. The yard was full of weeds. The owner obviously wasn't into lawnmowing or house repair. He or she couldn't even bother to pick up the newspapers that were still in plastic bags at the base of his porch. Mikey wondered if the owner actually read the articles or just cut out coupons. Maybe he could read better than this grown-up ... or even the pregnant girl entering his house. She didn't look awfully bright.
Mikey followed Tiffany inside. The living room was a mess. Beer cans everywhere. Fitness equipment, some broken, all dusty. Big screen TV. No reading matter beyond the TV listings. Not too bright, thought Mikey. Must be a guy ... ugh.
Mikey felt the dread again. If Jon had become Janine, what would happen to this girl? He didn't want to know, but he had to. He was bound by the words of his most recent wish. He looked at his watch. It was still morning. The afternoon was still hours away! How many more victims were there? How much more of this could he take?
He took a deep breath and entered a bedroom. More beer cans. Messy, stained sheets. Mikey wanted to leave. He gasped as Tiffany put on a coach's uniform. He tried to close his eyes but couldn't. The wish wouldn't let him. He had to watch Tiffany bulk up into an Amazon while her belly deflated. What happened to her baby? thought Mikey.
To answer his question, the stone caused him to hop into the body of ...
