Jon suddenly became aware that he wasn't in the garbage anymore. He could see again!
He looked around and saw that he was in Karyn's bedroom again. Karyn was sitting on the bed, looking down at him.
"Hi Jon," she said. "Welcome back. Sorry about... um, earlier."
"What happened?" Jon asked, surprised that he could speak. His voice sounded kind of strange and... rubbery? But he sounded more or less like himself.
"I realized what happened to you, and I tried to fix it with the stone. I wished for you to be back here, ad I wished that you would be able to see, hear, talk, and move around again. Unfortunately..."
Jon looked down at himself and shrieked. His body was still a used condom, filled with half-dried jism. He was sitting on a napkin on Karyn's bed. "I'm still stuck like this?!?" he cried.
"Not exactly," said Karyn. "I wished that you could change into whatever form you liked."
"I want to be back in my old form!" Jon blurted.
"Unfortunately," Karyn continued, "I couldn't override your earlier wish. So, whatever form you change into has to blend in to my room. So you're limited to turning into pieces of my clothing, old toys, stuff like that. If you don't mind, I'd like you to try it now. I don't really want a used condom lying on my bed."
Jon concentrated and looked down at himself. It worked, sort of. Instead of being a used condom, he had successfully changed his shape into an old pink teddy bear.
"Fuck," he said.
"That's better,"
