"It was almost six months of physical therapy," she answered. "But it was worth it. I can use my new arms better than I could use my old ones." She opened up the file and said, "Now, I'm sure that you're wondering how you're going to be transformed. Its different for everyone. Now let's see, you are going to be changed into a...personal metamorphological companion."
"A what?!" Jon paled. This, from the sound of it, was not what he'd expected.
"Just tell him he's going to become a "Putty Pal" it's easier that way." another nurse said
"You know I hate that term it and it only refers to the device anyways. Yes Jon, you will become a personal metamorphological companion, or as you may know it a "Putty Pal". You see, using a complex batch of chemicals, You will become a companion that physical form will controlled by your owner with the Protoplasmic Uniform Tele-Transformitive Interface or "P.U.T.T.I for short. You'll live with your owner. Your owner will provide you with what you need and you will still be responsible for school to best of your ability. This is not all bad news, in your new protoplasmic form you have no need to eat nor sleep"
Jon just stared at her, wondering what the stone could possibly have been thinking when it came up with this. "It's definitely bizarre," he mumbled.
"What was that, dear?" the nurse asked sweetly. When he shook his head, she continued. "While this is one of our more unusual procedures it is still a very stable procedures."
"So what will I look like?" Jon asked
"Well," she laughed, "If it all goes correctly, you'll be yourself, at first. Then it is up to your new owner."
Jon nodded slowly, trying to process what will this mean. "Who will be my Owne-" He began, but was interrupted by a man coming in and giving Jon a shot in his arm without preamble. His words came out slurred as he tried again, and he was distantly aware that he was falling over before everything went black.
