"Okay," said Jon. "Here's the instructions. Make a clone of me as I was two years ago, when I was 15 years old, and give the clone the memories and personality of me at that age. Do it with these changes. First, the clone will be female and her name is Jonnie. Second, she'll think of me as an older brother, and even look up to me. Third, she won't be upset that I made her a girl, or try to change into a boy."
Once Jon stopped talking, the machine said "Current qualities of clone determined." He saw a panel on the machine that displayed the description he just gave, and next to it was a button.
He pressed the button. A light shone on the cylinder and in there was a small speck, which grew larger, into a fetus, then a full-sized infant girl, then a young child, then older.
A different light came on, and for the next minute the cylinder began to drain of fluid. Then it opened. A girl awkwardly stepped out, wet and coughing out a little bit of liquid, short hair plastered to her head. It was like a picture of Jon from two years ago, except for the breasts, the difference in body shape, the slightly softer features, and the feminine genitals. If she would just put on some clothes, it would be hard to tell her from a younger Jon.
Jon spotted a towel on a rack the machine and handed it to her.
"Thanks," she said, but when she wiped the liquid out of her eyes, she got a good look at Jon. "What? Who are you? You're not a stranger, but... you look just like me. It can't be... Are you me? Something's wrong. There's something flopping on my chest." Then she realized she had breasts and no penis and was at a loss for words.
"What's the last thing you remember?" asked Jon.
"Uhh, it was a few days after spring break. I had just come back from the store with some ice for Mom because the refrigerator was broken, and then I went up to my room and all of a sudden I'm a wet girl!"
Jon, of course, remembered that happening to him--for him it was two years in the past. "That happened exactly two years ago," he said. "You're a clone of me. I got this cloning machine from Grandpa...."
"Cloning machine?" she said. "Could it really be true? Grandpa is into all sorts of weird stuff. Things around him happened that just couldn't happen."
"He's dead," said Jon. "Or at least everyone says he is."
"Dead? That's terrible..."
"But that's not important now," said Jon. "I have to explain this. I've always been an only child, and I wanted a sister. So I decided to clone one from myself. We're like siblings--I'm your older brother, you're my younger sister Jonnie."
"Nobody ever calls me Jonnie, not since I was a little kid," said the clone.
"Well, Jonnie, think of it this way..."
"Yeah, go ahead..."
"See? I just called you Jonnie and you reacted like it's your name, because it is your name now.
"You're my brother," said the clone. "I can feel it. I must be your clone, it's the only way I can be like this. But I don't know about being your sister! I mean, I'm a guy, I just have the body of a girl."
"But," said Jon, "if you say you're my brother, people will think you're weird. It's okay to be my sister. It isn't like it was in Grandpa's day. Now girls can do anything that guys can. Even more than guys can. Like, girls can wear guy clothes but not the other way around.
"Yeah," said the clone. "Girls can wear guy clothes. So would you help me out here and get your sister some?"
"I think I have some stuff I outgrew," he said, trying to ignore the naked girl who was, after all, created as his sister. "I put some things away a few years ago, it was before two years so you should know it. You're a little smaller than me, Jonnie, so it should fit you. Come on and help me..."
Jon and the clone went to the closet and got down an small, old, blue suitcase from a shelf. In it were some clothes. The clone picked a shirt and jeans. She closed the closet and got some men's shorts, then went out into the hall and looked in a mirror without yet putting them on. "God, I'm hot," said Jonnie. "But that's not someone I'm with, it's me."
"You're a healthy, naked, high school girl your own age," said Jon. "Honestly, a lot of those are going to be hot. And you'll need a bra."
"I don't want to wear bras," said Jonnie, "but with this body I'm not sure I have a choice." She began to get dressed. "At least this'll hold me for a little while. Now, what about my room? If I'm your clone, you have all my stuff!"
"No, I don't," said Jon. "Do you think I'd do that to my sister?" he said. "Leave her without anything? Let me think." He reached into his pocket, touched the stone, and said "I wish that Jonnie won't hear any wishes that I don't want her to, including this one.... I wish that Jonnie has a new room exactly like my room from two years ago, except all the clothes fit her and she has female underwear. I wish that everyone knows the room is new, but nobody thinks that's strange." Jon realized he should have done that first rather than rummaging for old clothes, but then he'd probably have forgotten about the underwear.
"Did you think of anything?" asked the clone.
"Yeah," replied Jon. "There's a room for you. Come on..."
Jon led Jonnie down the hall and quickly found the new room. "There you are," he said, opening the door all the way. It was eerily familiar to Jon; it still had the poster that got torn a year ago, the same bed, even the same pictures (including a family picture which had Jon in it as a boy). When he looked in the closet, there were still shirts and pants, but of a slightly smaller size that would fit Jonnie.
"Thanks," said the clone. "I appreciate it." She didn't even question that a duplicate room was there, thanks to the wish.
That was just the first step, of course. Jon had to introduce Jonnie to everyone he knew, though that wouldn't be too hard since the clone machine wish said nobody would find it strange. He had to make sure Mom would accept her as his sister, using a wish if necessary. He had to decide whether to tell her about the wishing stone. Maybe he would try to get her to wear girls' clothes... It would be a long day for him, and for his new sister too.
