Flipping the box open, a shower of confetti poured out, the stone sitting in a nest of the remaining confetti.
What the hell thought Jon, inspecting one of the flecks of yellowed paper, finding a cursive J written on one side. "Oh crap, grandpa's letter!"
This was just a distraction, once he'd fixed his earlier wish the letter being shredded wouldn't be an issue.
Pinching into the box, he plucked out the stone and held it in his palm, but it felt different. Flipping it over, he saw half of it was now missing, the new flat side featuring an ornate zig-zag spiral groove.
"This better still work" he whispered, clutching his hand around the stone.
Before he knew it he was making a wish, though the though of the damaged stone was in the front of his mind.
"I wish I had the other half of the wishing stone here" he spoke.
Everything went dark, and Jon suddenly had the sensation of floating, then the feeling of falling, before blacking out.
As she regained consciousness, Ashley felt the soft carpet beneath her, a numbness still washing over her body.
Sitting herself up she leant back against what she figured to be a wall, rubbing her eyes. The numbness starting to fade, she looked around, it was her bedroom.
Climbing to her feet she shuffled over to the mirror, to check herself over for bruises from her unexpected fall.
Looking at the attractive young woman staring back at her, for some reason felt wrong. It was as if she was looking at someone else. Eyeing over her reflection, her vision was being drawn to her cleavage, making her unconsciously blush.
"Like, what's up with you today Ash" she questioned herself, looking over her reflection once more, feeling more flustered. "That's it, time for a shower"
She strode out of her bedroom, kicking some small object into the corner of her room, hearing it clack off the wall.
Heading into the bathroom at the end of the hallway, she locked the door and began undressing, discarding her clothes into the wicker clothes basket.
Catching sight of her reflection in the long mirror sat in the corner she felt her face flush red again. She had seen herself naked a million times, why was this any different.
Stepping up to the mirror to get a better look at herself, the back of her mind was still adamant this was a different person looking back at her, an unknown attractive young woman, standing stark naked mere inches away.
A pleasing warmth building inside caught her off guard. What is going on? she thought, taking a step back, watching the attractive young woman in the mirror copy her, her right hand slowly creeping toward her crotch.
"Aahhhh!" she let out a moan as her fingers probed. Her mind was racing with conflicting thoughts.
This is weird, you've done this a hundred times before, this isn't right, but it feels sooo gooood.
Dropping to the floor, she began to also massage her breasts, closing her eyes and moaning in the pleasurable feelings.
Her mind started feeding her images of her boyfriend Greg, pushing her closer on. Suddenly his image morphed into a naked girl, causing her to orgasm, "Aaahhh KaaryaAa".
She dropped down to the floor, laying on her back catching her breath as the satisfying feelings faded.
Why did I think of that dork Karyn she wondered, her mind clearing from the hot sticky haze. Isn't she that dweeb Jon's friend
that dweeb Jon's friend
Jon's friend
Jon
The name echoed in her mind, followed by a sharp stabbing pain behind her eyes, "GYAAAH" she screeched, curling up into a ball on the bathroom floor.
New, or rather old memories came flooding back, an entire lifetime, another identity, personality, she was Jon.
The pain quickly vanished, trembling, she crawled to the mirror, placing her hand on her reflection.
"I... I'm Jon...." she stuttered, struggling to process.
Everything now felt alien to her, Jon's memories were much stronger in her mind than the ones she thought her own. What did I do... she thought back, seeing small tears in the corner of her eyes.
She was Jon, she knew she had always been Jon, but she was Ashley, not some dorky boy.
"The stone!" her eyes lit up, the magic tool that could fix this whole mess. "The real me in Jon's body must have it." she said.
Standing up she started her way back to her bedroom, feeling the stickyness between her thighs. "Oh right, shower, duh".
