Mikey stood in the middle of his room in a daze, looking around his changed bedroom, which now obviously belonged to a jock. Posters of sports and hot girls lined the walls, all of his comic books and games and toys were gone - now replaced with exercise equipment and fitness magazines, and Mikey himself had also changed. He was still ten years old, but his body was much more fit and as muscular as a 10-year old could be, without looking like a freak.
Mikey stopped looking around his room and looked at Jon. "Jon? What ... what's happening?"
That's exactly what Jon wanted to know. Without answering his little brother's question, he ran back to his room and grabbed up the stone. "I wish ..."
