I took a towel and wrapped it around my waist trying my darndest to cover my chest like I had seen my mother and sister do many times before, although I defiantly had more up top to cover than Zoë ever did. Once I had it sort of covering myself, I checked the door to make sure the coast was clear and quickly ran to my room. I did not need to run into anyone in this condition, did not want to explain it until I knew what was going on.
In my room, I quickly ran to where I kept the stone and pulled out the box. I lifted the stone and wished I knew what was happening. I suddenly saw my mother making the statement that she wished I could have the same type of first love as her while she was holding the rock. So, it determined the only way for me to be able to experience things like her, was to make me like her. I put the rock down and checked my room to see how far the changes went.
