"Let's just say that I changed our relationship," Karyn said. "I didn't change your body at all, so don't worry about me taking your penis away."
Jon was just about to do just that. He looked into the mirror. Karyn was right; nothing physical had changed. He didn't have boobs, wasn't wearing girl's clothing or naked. He was even still sixteen, like his mom. After several futile minutes of trying to guess what had been changed and turned to Karyn and said, "All right Mom. What did you change about our relationship?"
"All right, I'll tell you," said Karyn. "The change I made is: I'm your mom."
Jon's eyes got big at this statement. "But that's impossible, Mom," said Jon. "You had me when you were thirteen. You keep telling me how wonderful being pregnant with me and how you were so happy to be a mother, even though you were so young." Jon started to cry. How could his own mother, who had given birth to and raised him, could possibly be telling the truth.
Karyn put her arm around her son's shoulders. Her heart broke to see her son crying about this. Apparently the wish had also changed her as well. She truly loved Jon as if she really were her son. "Look at the mirror, Jon," Karyn said. The image of them showed two teenagers, one male and one female. "If I gave birth to you when I was thirteen, how could we both be sixteen now?"
Jon wiped away several tears before answering. "You were so young Mom. You said that you couldn't take care of me properly as an infant and toddler, being in school and such, so the doctor artifically aged me until I was the same age as you. That way, it would be almost like having a brother as well as a son. I remember being in the amniotic cylinder for months waiting for us to be the same age so that I could come out and be with you, Mom." Jon was crying now and, pullind away, said, "I'm sorry, Mom, but can I be alone for a while." Karyn nodded and Jon left the room. Karyn stood silently as she watched her son and best friend walked out the door.
