Jon awoke as a baby girl in a crib, being given a gift by her mother. "Here's this mobile, little Jen... you don't understand what I'm saying, but it's for your birthday. Happy birthday!"
Then her mother reached down into the crib, picked up the stone, and said "Have you been playing around where you shouldn't be? I don't see how you could have dragged a rock in here." Then she threw out the rock.
Being age one was both boring and embarassing. The idea of being breast fed by his mother might have turned him on if it hadn't been his mother, and if he, rather, she, hadn't been too young to care about anything sexual anyway. Soiling a diaper was not fun, and to top it off, since she couldn't walk around, she couldn't even try to get the stone back.
Then it occurred to Jen: "Boy, I screwed up." She realized she forgot to specify an end! She'd keep aging a year every two weeks until in a few years she'd die of old age.
Jen waited and waited... until after endless days and nights of cribs and strollers, the two weeks were over. Suddenly she was taller. She felt able to move better, and the world had shrunken a bit... she had aged a year and was now two.
She also noticed something else. She was in a playpen... and the stone was there, half hidden under the edge of the playpen! She guessed that because reality changed so that she was not one year old, her mother had not thrown the stone out. So she tried to reach for it, but couldn't get it.
Instead her mother caught her trying to go for it, and threw the stone out once again. There was nothing to do but hope she could eat solid food soon, hope she could say enough words that she could make a wish... and wait another two weeks.
Two weeks later, Jen was age three, and still in the playpen, though the toys in it it looked more worn out. The stone was nowhere to be seen, which meant another boring wait. At least her mother let her watch a little TV now, though it was Dora the Explorer. How had she thought that starting the aging at one was ever a good idea? The only thing female about her life was that she was wearing a small pink dress. But soon she'd be four.
When Jen turned four, two weeks later she was sitting on the couch with her mother, who opened birthday presents for her--including a doll, no doubt carefully screened by her mother to not have any parts she could accidentally swallow. Jen also saw that the stone was back, but on a dresser, which she could barely see, but couldn't reach. Now, she just had to get it. Putting a limit on the wish wasn't urgent, but what if someone else accidentally made a wish in the meantime? Or what if someone threw out the stone and it never came back again?
