Over the course of the next few hours the stranger used the stone to rework Jon so completely, that it was an entirely different person, with an entirely different life that opened there eyes the next morning
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At precisely Seven AM, Jane Griss opened her eyes and spat out the cockroach that had wandered into her mouth, rising from the bed she dislodged several more that had been crawling across her unconscious bulk. While she was removing her earplugs and returning them to the sealed box on her bed side table, she surveyed the pitch black room; thanks to her condition, the darkness had become her home, so she was able to make out details that would have been all but invisible to others; the edge of the heavy blackout curtains that spanned the windows, the spartan furniture, the discarded food and junk that littered the floor, and the crawling masses of cockroaches that skittered about the walls and floors. Considering the self imposed filth and squalor she lived in it was no surprise that her home was infested like this, but in reality she more than had the means to get rid of them, yet she kept them, not as pets per say, but guests, taking comfort in there presence, as she felt a certain fellow feeling for the disgusting, reviled vermin.
Slowly Jane got up from the bed, dislodging still more of her crawling guests, and made her way to her dresser. Turning on a specially dimmed light, she winced back from its pale glow as if it were the suddenly revealed radiance of the sun. Having painfully accustomed herself to the light, Jane began to examine her naked form in the mirror. This first thing that would strike anyone when looking at Jane Griss was how pale she was, unsurprising as she suffered from a severe form of albinism that left her practically bereft of pigment, just one of a long list of congenital deformities she suffered under. Her body was soft and flabby, fat accumulating mostly in her sagging breasts and ass, but also in her hips and thighs, and in the roles of her gut; combined with her protruding red eyes and her thick slobberus lips it some how gave her a worm-like appearance, something not hindered at all by the layer of hair that enveloped her entire body. Not thick enough to hide the pale, almost repulsively translucent skin beneath, the hair had a slightly wiry quality to it due to the lack of pigment, not unlike pubic hair. Her actual pubic hair was a riotous tangle that extended most of the way up her stomach and almost half way down her legs, completely obscuring her obscenely over developed cunt, with its thick, over sized clit and lips that hung free of her body. The hair under her arms was a similar over blown tangle, while that on her head managed to be both wiry and lank at the same time. There was no way to get all the hair under control, due to her albinism, her skin was to delicate to handle electrolysis, nor could they use a delapatory, and even shaving or waxing was too harsh. So Jane was left with a coat of hair across her entire, bloated body adding to her already freakish appearance. Taken as a whole she wasn't just ugly, but repulsive, an opinion her parents had apparently agreed with.
The only thing she knew about her parents was that they were rich and that they had abandoned her. They set her up in this house with an obscenely generous allowance and people to look out for her, first a string of Nannies, now a lawyer who called once a month to check on her. In this way they both 'cared' for there child and hide her away from the world, or at least there world, and Jane was shore that was all that mattered to them. Thanks to both her physical deformity and her neglectful and self centred parents, Jane had spent her life alone and isolated, making her into a bitter, inward turned freak; that however was about to change, with a slight smile on her thick, blubbery lips, Jane picked up the stone where it lay on the dresser .
