Jon wondered how Mikey could be worse off than his dad; upon entering his room, he quickly figured it out. Below Mikey's head was an amalgam of adult male and female parts; both of his legs were long and smooth, one of his arms was thick and hairy, he had a strangely hairless beer belly and breasts on the smallish side. The hand on the end of his hairy arm was thin and feminine with long painted nails, and the one on the end of his other arm was large and unkempt. His skin seemed to switch between many different shades. One of his legs was black and noticeably longer, the other was tan, his beer belly was white and his breasts were clearly Asian, both of his arms were darker but not quite black, and his hands were both Asian. Finally, he had a white penis with no balls, and a dark-skinned vagina under it.
Mikey was naked, and Jon understood why; it would be nearly impossible to find clothes to fit him. "Come to look at the freak?" A high, sugary sweet feminine voice asked with a strong tone of self-loathing, something which was barely possible. The voice didn't sound very sure of its tone.
"No, no, of course not, Mike. You don't look that bad. I'm Jon, by the way." Jon smiled.
Mikey looked up at him, alarmed. "Jon? You and Mom switched?" He nodded, and Mikey got up off the bed, slipping a black high heel onto his shorter leg to be able to stand normally. "You got lucky. Zoe's got Dad's body below the head, Dad's got Zoe's and I have... this." He motioned down to himself, and Jon nodded again.
"I know. Come with me, Mike. I've got something that can fix this." Jon walked out of the room, to his room; maybe showing Mikey the rock was a bad idea, but he couldn't stand by and do nothing.
