"If I tell you, will you lend me the stone so I can fix up my looks?" Jon's mother asked.
"Well, OK, but I'm going to wish some safeguards," Jon decided. He really wanted his dick back.
"OK, well, one method is to wait or wish for, say, Karyn to be asleep. Then, wish that she looked exactly like you used to look, balls and all. Then wish you looked exactly like Karyn, pussy and all. Then wish that the two of you swapped bodies," Jon's mom proposed.
"That doesn't get my old body back, or my old dick. It only puts my mind into a copy of my old self," Jon objected.
"So what? You probably would have changed your old body anyway. You know, bigger dick, bigger all over, stronger, faster, more attractive to girls, whatever. I'm sure something would have come up. Now, can I have the stone for half an hour?"
"OK," Jon had to agree, "but first I wish that neither you, nor the stone, nor I could leave this room for half an hour, and that I'd never lose sight of you or the stone, and that I could hear all your wishes, that the only wishes that would work for you are those affecting your appearance, and that the stone would automatically return to me at the end of the half hour, or earlier if you happen to be finished."
"Not bad," Jon's mom remarked, then Jon quietly handed her the stone.
"All right. Now first, I need a bit of space, so I wish that Jon's room were perfectly straightened up, cleaned, and dusted," she began, and instantly the room looked like a photo from a home decorating magazine. Because of that, it seemed to Jon that his mother had almost robbed the room of his identity. Then he began to wonder what else his mother might do udner the pretext of improving her looks.
