"Now to try and fix this," Jon said, gripping the stone tightly, "I wish..."
ZAAAAP!
A bolt of electricity shot through Jon's hand and up his arm, causing him to drop the stone on the ground.
"Holy crap! What was that?" he exclaimed, rubbing his affected hand as feeling slowly returned. The stone lay on the carpet just in front of where Jon was kneeling. Why had the stone shocked him? He hesitantly touched it. Nothing. He gripped it, just as he had before, with the same result. It couldn't be...
"I wish..."
ZAAAAP!
Another shock, this one slightly worse. The stone flew into the air and landed in the middle of his bed. Well, his former bed. Soon he'd have to move in with his parents. He could only imagine what perversions awaited him in that room. With his father so transformed, his mother would most likely be worse, well, better, well... He didn't know how to think anymore!
Forcing the thought from his mind, Jon stood up and stared at the stone. It seemed innocent, just a small stone, barely causing a depression on the soiled bedspread. Innocent, however, was what it wasn't. Not only had it caused his life to become immensely more complicated, now it refused to help. It was almost as if it was taking pleasure in Jon's discomfort.
Jon knew it wasn't true. How could it be? An inanimate object with feelings? If he weren't in such a worried mood he would laugh the thought away. If he weren't so nervous about the magical nature of the stone, he'd feel more secure. As it was, he had to decide what he was going to do.
Behind him he heard Karyn and Zoe walk back into the room, each with a large cardboard box, each intent in packing up Jon and moving him quickly to his new home. If a sour mood hadn't settled so deeply on him, he would enjoy the image of the two sexy nurses bending over, showing him their cleavage, their asses, doing everything they could to look sexy for Jon. A long, exhausted sigh escaped his lips as he sank back down to the bed next to his now useless stone.
As he flopped backward onto the bed, two things occurred to him: That maybe if he slept on his problem a solution would present itself, and secondly that he should have avoided the sperm that he had recently decorated his bed with.
