Joan looks up at her son, trying not to stare at his impressive bust, as she reaches in her apron handling the Stone "I......I just wish I could remember you like this..." she closes her eyes as there's a flash. She keeps her eyes close as memories change and flood back.
Jon looks at his mom knowing she just accidentally used the stone, but he had no clue for what.
Joan starts remembering a little before Jon turned 12 how he complained about his chest being sore and swollen. Than about six months later when he was about a B-cup taking him to get his first bras. She remembers how she had to make a rule when he was 13 and nearing a D-cup that he was only aloud to wear sport bras when exercising or doing heavy physical activity, because he was trying to wear them full time and she was worried he'd damage his breasts or they'd develop weird. Remembering how disappointed she was when he'd only wear plain white cotton bras when not wearing a sports bra. She also remembers as he grew bigger and got older and with his closeness to Karyn and her support he started to like his breasts more and wear nicer bras and better fitting shirts. She remembers that his hips and butt are more feminine than masculine and part of the time he wears panties, but they need to match whatever bra he's wearing. She gets memories of how hard it's been for him at times and even for herself, how even now that more people accept him he still gets teased and even felt up at times. More and more memories return.
"Mom are you okay? What do you wish you'd remember?" Jon stares down at Joan with concern.
Joan wipes her eyes "Oh never mind Jon dear, I think I must be over tired so it's affecting me, I'm sorry Go back to Karyn and we'll discuss the tongue piercing later or tomorrow."
Jon gives his mom a hug "Okay mom, thanks don't work to hard", He heads back into the couch and sits next to Karyn.
