Hours and hours passed as Jon contemplated just what to do with his new stone. Noticing that the sun had long set and remembering that he had class in the morning, he decided to place the stone on his night-stand and hit the sack.
Suddenly, it was morning. Jon glanced at his clock and let out a brief "Oh, shit."
It was 7:55 AM.
His first class was at 8:00 AM.
Throwing his shit together as quickly as possible, Jon ran out the door like a bat out of hell, leaving the stone in his room.
Around noon, his mother entered the room to check for dirty laundry. She noticed the stone, and picked it up to get a closer look. But something caught her eye -- her son's computer had been left on and the screen showed a full-sized picture of some blonde woman's cleavage. Surely some celebrity or something.
Annoyed, Jon's mom complained to herself, "If that boy wants to see these women so badly, he should try being one of them!"
The stone glowed and began to do its work. A random celebrity had been chosen, and a relatively slow change had been set in motion. This time, Jon would find himself resembling one Heather Locklear more and more. . . .
