I didn't know what to say when I met everyone. Mom and Dad were sitting there, Zoe, Mikey. Finally I said "Mom, it's me."
"Jon?" she said. "Oh, you're the clone." Before I became a girl, I wished that nobody would find this unusual. No, wait. I didn't wish that. I just remembered wishing that.
Dad said, "You look almost like Jon."
"I am Jon," I replied. "Even if I'm a clone, I remember the same things as Jon, I play the same video games, I even have versions of the same clothes. There are just two of him instead of one of him in the family. You should treat me as if I am Jon just like my... I don't know what to call him. My brother? My original? My other me?
Jon said, "Hey," patting me on my left breast. I didn't like it but somehow it felt like a touch from a lover anyway. I supposed it was. "Does this look like a 'him'? And she isn't exactly the same as me. She's my girlfriend and she's carrying my children."
Mom looked like she was getting angry. I thought, I wished that they'd find the cloning and the sex normal, not the pregnancy. Then she stopped and said "That's impossible. You couldn't possibly clone yourself and know that the clone is pregnant immediately no matter what you did. Jon, the new Jon, since you're a girl I'm going to have to teach you about periods and tampons and stuff. If you miss a period, then maybe you're pregnant, assuming that clones even can have periods."
The other Jon winked and said "I think you'd better call her 'Jonnie'."
"Wait," I replied, "that's so uncreative. Also, you just thought of that now because I don't remember thinking about a name before I was cloned."
"You didn't exist before you were cloned, but you're right, I never thought about a name. But the idea isn't to be creative, the idea is to have a name that says that you're me but different. It's the same as we did with the clothes. Besides, wouldn't you rather have a name that's a little bit like 'Jon' even if you can't use 'Jon' itself? I'll tell you what, think of something you like better and if it makes sense, I'll consider it.
"You don't have a right to decide it. But... Ahh, you're right. I can either pick a name that is similar, or a name that's different. If it's different it still has to be a girl's name, so it won't be any better. Fine, I agree with your thought processes. I'm Jonnie."
The other Jon grinned.
"This is ridiculous," said Zoe. "she's a clone. She knows us, we don't need to be introduced. As far as I'm concerned she's still my brother, but as a girl instead. You know, Jonnie, you can call yourself a man. You'd be a trans man with a female body." Mikey just looked confused, while I considered the possibility, but I decided not to try it, yet. It wouldn't go with the name, anyway.
Back in our room, Jon glanced towards my stomach and said, "I guess I never wished anyone would find it normal that you're pregnant. Oh, well, it doesn't matter. You know, I can always wish it to disappear a couple of months into the future if you need Mom to see that you're having periods."
"No! Jon, I want to have your child. Stop trying to.. Wait, I get it. You're saying that you want to get rid of it because when you look at me and I tell you that I don't want to get rid of it, that's sort of hot."
He laughed. "Correct. I guess it's hard to hide my thoughts from someone with my mind."
"Well just because I find it hot on someone else doesn't mean I find it hot on me. I just... want it. You have to respect my desires."
"I wished that you'd have that desire. I can take it away."
"You can't take that desire away. You can't reverse wishes. This is really me now. I want to have your children, I'm having your children, and that's it. You finding it hot is just a bonus. I may look like a girl but I'm still you!"
"I did say that you'd come to regret it."
"I don't regret it now! Maybe it'll be a long time before I regret it. Maybe a hundred years in the future. Maybe it just means that I'll really regret it, but only for ten seconds, how about that?"
"You're rationalizing. Anyway, come over here and kiss me, then we need to do our homework. It looks like when I wished up the cloning machine, if everyone knows I had a cloning machine they'd have told me in advance that you needed to do the same homework I did." He pulled me to him and kissed me and my body betrayed me by allowing it and feeling eager, even though he's a guy and I still liked girls. Aroused, I fantasized using the cloning machine to make a female clone of myself and getting her pregnant--now that would be hot--but I doubted he'd let me use the machine or the stone for that.
