"Mom, I can explain!" Jon blurted out, "I got a tongue piercing, I know it was stupid of me but I think they're really cool! I can take it out if you want but please please I'd really like to keep it?"
Jon's outcry shook his mother out of her daze.
"What are you talking about?" she asked. "A tongue piercing??"
"But-"
"You know I don't approve of piercings Jon," Joan continued, "but right now that's the least of my worries."
"But Mom-"
"Please," she barked, "go up to your room with Karyn and give me a bit of peace!"
Jon backed off, half-cautious, half-confused. Maybe his mother had wished for something? If it's not the piercing, what is mom worried about? Whatever's going on, she's really stressed! Distracted by his worries for his mom's well-being, returned to Karyn in the living room.
"Jon, I think I'd better go," Karyn said quietly.
"But what about your-" Jon motioned to Karyn's expanded bust.
"I'll survive for tonight," she interrupted him, "but bring it to school tomorrow, okay?"
"I don't know," Jon hissed through his teeth, "it could be dangerous..."
"Please?" Karyn begged. "I don't know if I can go through another day like this!"
Jon scowled and thrust his chest forward, snapping, "Well if I can manage it, I'm sure you'll be fine!"
"You're right Jon, I'm being insensitive. I'm sorry," she relented.
Jon relaxed his stance a little as Karyn continued.
"But you have to understand that it's different for me," she added. "You've spent years dealing with those boobs of yours, your breasts are totally natural for you."
"I guess."
"I mean, how would you like it if those melons had just suddenly appeared on your chest overnight?"
Jon sighed and replied, "Okay, I'll think about it. See you tomorrow then."
As she left, Karyn waved goodbye to Jon's mom, but she didn't noticed.
Joan tossed Jon's last bra into the washing machine. It was a black lacy number with little white ribbons that couldn't possibly offer his boobs any support at all. She dreaded to think for what purpose he owned such delicates or exactly who exactly would be attracted to him wearing them. Joan couldn't deal with this any longer, she needed a soak and a cigarette to calm her nerves.
"I'm going to have a bath," she told Jon. "I want you to go to your room and stay there until dinner is ready."
"Okay Mom," Jon sighed.
Joan removed her apron and laid it on the kitchen worktop. It immediately caught Jon's eye. As his mother plodded up the stairs to the bathroom, Jon walked up to the discarded apron and checked its pockets. Perhaps? Yes!
"The rock!" Jon hissed excitedly.
Using his hand to provide his breasts with additional support, Jon bounded upstairs to his room. He locked the door behind him and flopped onto the bed, causing his mammaries to jiggle emphatically. He unclasped his bra and removed it from under his shirt, allowing his boobs to bounce with familiar, satisfying motion.
"Damn, you pinch me hard, you do," Jon said to the bra in his hand. It was a sturdy support bra but pink in colour and edged with frilly lace and little flowers, one of his favourite everyday items of underwear. He casually tossed it aside and looked at the wishing rock.
"Now I'm not losing you again," he smiled as he pulled out the box from in his secret hiding place (under the bed, surrounded on all sides by other, larger boxes full of much more innocent items). Then he paused.
The contents of the box looked like they had been disturbed! He made sure everything was still there. Five... six... seven porno magazines, check. Two unmarked video tapes, check. Box of tissues, check. PVC demi-bra, check. It was all there, but the contents had been jumbled up!
Mom! Oh God, she found my porno! No wonder she was acting so weird and angry with me earlier! Jeez, imagine what would've happened if she'd used the rock after she found all this!
Jon lay down on his side and groaned. He span the stone between his fingers and the floor of his bedroom.
"She must've been really freaked out," he muttered. "I could use the rock to calm her down, why not?"
Jon spoke more clearly and directly into the stone with it clasped tightly in his bosom.
"I wish...
