Jon woke up in the morning, not noticing the switch in the stones. After taking his shower, he looked at what he thought was his stone and decided that, now that he had slept on it and thought about it for a while, it couldn't do much harm using it. Picking up the stone, Jon said "I wish I had my clothes on."
All of a sudden, Jon felt a great weight on his back. He turned, only to find it hard to move, because something was constricting him. He shook his head and two hats fell to the floor. Looking himself over, he realized that not only was he wearing clothes, but he had on three shirts, one on top of the other. Likewise three pairs of jeans, three pairs of socks, and he felt uncomfortable enough that he had on three pairs of underwear.
Jon angrily pulled off the extra clothes, ripping the ones that aren't already ripped. What had gone wrong?
He wasn't sure, but he had to fix that. "I wish that those clothes weren't ripped."
Everything seemed to work. He didn't notice, in fact, that a thread torn from a shirt in the closet was back, or that some old rags in the basement far beneath him had magically transformed back to complete clothes. Five times as many clothes fixed their rips as he had intended.
"Okay, I wish I was at Karyn's house."
Jon saw everything disappear, and a different room reappear. He was in Karyn's house, and in front of him was... himself?
The stone couldn't multiply that wish in any way except having there be two of him at Karyn's house....
