As they were piecing the picture of Mark together, a shrill scream came from upstairs. He'd woken up. A moment later, sheer terror filled them both as they heard stumbling footsteps, and a series of loud crashes as Dad, or what he now was, came tumbling down the stairs. Jon gripped the rock with a trembling hand and forced out, "I wish Dad wasn't hurt at all."
The wish seemed to take immediate effect as the body rearranged itself so Dad was sitting, apparently having landed on his ass. Mom took no notice, but Dad looked at Jon with an odd expression. "How'd you do that?" Were the first words out of the woman's mouth, spoken in such a sweet voice Jon couldn't believe he'd given it up. "Is that my dad's wishing stone?"
Jon looked at her - him - with a growing sense of alarm, making a quick wish since he knew about it already. "I wish for the next five minutes, Mom was completely unaware of anything, and that she didn't hear you talk. There, that should be enough time." Dad stood up, teetering on the heels for a moment, and smiled at Jon. It was enough to give him butterflies in his stomach, for more reasons than one. That should be me. A stray, bitter, wistful thought flew through his mind and left him blushing. "I s-switched us so I could trick Mom and get my body back. I was gonna switch you back after, but then she took the magazine and shredded it up and..."
Jon couldn't continue, and Dad just smiled at him. "It's okay, honey. You learned from it, right?" He asked in that soft voice, and Jon was stunned. This was so unlike his Dad. He was a rather calm man, but something like this should have him screaming, not calling Jon honey. Jon just nodded, smiling back. "So how did you get your grampa's wishing stone? He seems to have made the right choice. You saved my life." Jon nodded and blushed.
"He left it in his inheritance. I've gotta... actually, I see a solution. I wish the damage from the paper shredder was undone and that the magazine was open to the page your picture is on." Instantly, the porno mag was in his hand, open to a page of his dad posing sexily. "Unswap." Then, the now very familiar blonde woman was there, and Jon rushed the book back up to his room to hide. Dad followed him, standing in the doorway.
"Thanks, Jon. You really are a bright kid. Your mom doesn't give you much credit. Never do that again, alright?" Just a bit of the soft tone of the model was in Dad's voice still, though it may just have been his own.
