Jon realized in horror that, because he had not specified an exact unit of time, the stone had made him 17 weeks old. But it had done more than that. His sister Zoe had him cradled in her arms and was softly cooing to him, telling him not to cry. "There, there, Jonnie," she said. "Mommy's here."
Since he didn't see his mother any where around, Jon could only conclude that Zoe was now his mother! Since no one else had been around to hear his wish, the stone had made the smallest number of changes necessary to the world so that it would make sense for a 17 month old baby to be in the room. His mother was too old to have realistically given birth to a baby recently, so the stone had chosen the next best substitute -- Zoe!
Now holding him over her shoulder, Zoe stood sideways before a mirror that was hanging on one side of the room. She looked almost the same as he remembered her, like a sixteen year old girl. But there were dark circles under her eyes like she hadn't slept much lately and she was a little heavier than he remembered, especially in the chest area.
Wearing a silky black robe, she was still dressed like a goth, kind of, but she was also wearing a pair of pink comfy pants that were quite different from what she usually wore. Jon did his best, but he didn't see any wedding ring on her finger. Zoe was a single mother! He wondered who his father was in this reality?
Poor Zoe! She was way too young to have a child. Was she still in school? This change was going to wreck her whole life, not to mention his. He had to get the rock back, but how? In frustration, he began to cry again.
"Oh, Jonnie, are you hungry?" Zoe murmured, taking a seat in a rocking chair in one corner of the room. Holding him in one arm, she loosened the belt of the robe and pulled it away from her swollen, milk filled tits. From Jon's vantage point, they looked huge! Was he going to drink from his sister's breasts? But he needed to find the rock -- and, anyway, it was too weird.
Still, when she brought him to one of her nipples, instinct took over, and he sucked ravenously. The breast was far larger than his head and part of its weight rested comfortably against his cheek. I'm sorry, Zoe, he thought, his tummy filling with warm liquid. I can't help you unless I get the rock. Or maybe she could find it for him?
