Jon walked into the sitting room, unsurprised to find the table-girl exactly where he had left her. Jon approached the piece of living furniture and walked around her, examining her new body. Her form was bizarre yet still beautiful and definitely erotic. Jon wondered briefly if the stone twisted all wishes to a perverse nature, or if it was only his own subconscious desires the stone was acting on. Jon shook his head, putting the thought off. He had a more important matter at the moment. Jon stood in front of her, waiting for some sort of reaction or acknowledgement. When she didn't move, Jon sat down cross legged, starring into her wooden eyes. However, there was still not any reaction. Slowly, Jon reached forward and gently brushed her cheek, feeling the grain of the wood against his fingertips, even as it lightly flexed like flesh.
"Hello, Jon," she finally said, a certain tenderness in her voice as she pressed her face firmer into his hand, as if the last thing she wanted was for him to pull away. She looked deeply into his eyes and smiled. "Honestly," he said, not breaking the gaze, "what is your name?"
"My name is Cathy," she replied.
"Cathy," Jon whisper, as if trying the name. "Yes, Jon?" she responded, her face still pressed into his hand. Since he did not ask a question, Jon's power had deactivated. "Cathy, honestly, what was the last thing you were doing before you were changed?" Cathy's wooden eyes blinked and she lifted her head off of Jon's hand. "I was drunk," she started, an almost embarrassed tone in her voice. "I was with my friend Erica and her boyfriend, Sean, when the alcohol got the better of me and I passed out on the table. Erica made some joke about me taking up too much space, and a moment later I was a coffee table." A wry smile cracked across her face. "At least I was sober."
"Why were you drinking so much?"
Cathy let out a sigh. "I was jealous. Erica had been dating Sean all year and I was always tagging along as a third wheel. I am, was, really shy about boys and I had no idea how to attract one. So when Erica and Sean dragged me to the party I was determined to get at least my first kiss. But I was still too shy. Someone suggested I have a drink and try to ease my nerves. Well, one turned into a lot and I was admitting my goal to Erica when someone grabbed be from behind, spun me around, and gave me a kiss. It was better than I could have imagined. And the tongue " she almost moan. "When the kiss broke, I was staring right into Zoe's eyes. She must have heard me and decided to give me the 'first kiss' I was after. Between the booze, the kiss, and the thought I had just made out with a girl the whole room was spinning. I got upstairs and everything was just spinning more and more. Erica and Sean followed me and led me in here, trying to calm me down. That's when I passed out. When I awoke as the table, the two were making out and not paying me any attention at all. After a while they left and that was the last I saw them."
Jon looked into her eyes, leaned in, and kissed her. Her eyes slowly closed as she soaked in his touch. Her wooden lips felt grainy but still soft. As he pulled away he made sure he had not gotten any splinters. "Jon, why did you kiss me?" Jon grinned a little. "I thought you might like it." She looked at him confused. "That doesn't make sense, Jon. People liked being kissed, not tables," she giggled before looking forward and starring off again. Jon stood up and walked to the door, pausing a moment to look back at her motionless form, and stepped out of the room.
