After Jon got back to his room, he sat down on his "new" black sheeted bed and looked at the stone in his pale hand. He finally got it back, but now he didn't feel a need to return to normal. After the short time he spent as his new gothic self, he found that he liked it. Oh, there were still a few moments that made him uncomfortable (like snapping at his dad and bullying Zoe), but those instances were quickly disappearing from his mind. He began to feel that his actions were completely justified. Maybe that was how the original Zoe felt.
So, instead of wishing his old life back (or something similar), he instead wished he was wearing a corset. Immediately after his change, he had noticed how androgynous he was and felt a yearning to wear one.
He looked at himself in his mirror, smiling at how good the corset looked on him.
Suddenly, someone began pounding on his bedroom door, ripping him from his admiration of himself.
"Who the fuck is that?" Jon asked, bubbling with anger. He stomped over to the door and swung it open.
"Jon!" his effeminate father yelled. "How could you treat your sister like that?"
"My sister is a fucking retard. How should I treat her?" Jon asked.
His father's eyes went wide. "Take that back, young man."
"Or what?"
"Hey, what's going on out here?" Jon's mom asked, finally coming out of her room. "I'm trying to play a game. Can everyone keep the noise down?"
"Sorry, dear," Jon's dad said. "But our son seems to have other plans."
Jon's mother looked down the hall and saw Zoe crying on the floor. By now her uncontrolled moaning and crying had dulled down to a soft sobbing, but she was still clearly upset. She walked over to Zoe and asked "Are you okay?" She didn't try to soothe Zoe like she usually did, because she now had Jon's personality and Jon would never do that.
"Zoe said you took something from her," Jon's dad said. "Give it back. Now."
"Or what? You'll ground me?" Jon had never been grounded in his life. Zoe usually was the one that got that punishment.
His father's temper rose a little more, then he said "Yeah. I'll ground you."
"Then fuck you," Jon said.
His father's eyes went wide, then his temper rose even more. He was starting to sound less and less like his mother. He grabbed Jon's arm and squeezed it, making Jon cringe. "No one speaks to me like that," he said.
Jon looked up at his father and curled his lip in anger. "You fucking asked for it," he said. He clutched the stone in his hand.
