Jon looked down at himself. He was still himself, thank God. And his clothes were back to normal, too.
"Thanks, Pete," Jon said. "I knew you'd understand." Jon adjusted his cock in his tight denim miniskirt and straightened his bikini top over his C-cup breasts. "Now, can I have the stone back, please?"
"Sorry, I think I'll keep it. Why don't you just run along."
"Okay." Jon figured that was a reasonable decision. Pete would probably be more responsible with it anyway, he figured. Besides, Jon thought, I can spend my time trying to get laid instead of worrying about some dumb old rock.
With that, Jon sauntered away, completely oblivious to the changes in reality. Pete stood back and admired his handiwork, and wondered what he should try next.
