Jon watched as his mother's eyes glazed over, and an innocent childish grin appeared on her face. "Wanna play dollies?"
"We're playing house," Stacy told her. "You're the baby."
"Am not," his child-mother said. "I'm a big girl. I'm this many years old..." She held up five fingers.
Jon gaped. Stacy had turned his mother into a little girl. How had she done that?
He paused. He had a magical wishing stone and he was asking how she'd done that? It didn't matter. He started to back away. "Change her back, Stacy."
"No," the girl said coldly. "I'm not done playing with her yet. And she's more fun this way. You had your chance to play with me."
"What about your parents?"
"I'm done playing with them for now. Unless you want to play with them..." Stacy said.
