"Give me the stone," Sam said.
"You know what to wish for?" Jen asked.
"This is the one thing I know for sure. I've had a lot of time to think about it."
Jen shrugged and gave the stone to Sam, who immediately began his wish.
"I wish I was sixteen years old and ..." Suddenly, he got a pounding headache. No! Not now! he thought. The stone glowed, granting his unfinished wish, which caused him to become a teenager again. But he was still a muscular gay boy who apparently had a great singing voice.
"Sam, what's wrong? What did your stone do?"
This grabbed Sam's attention. "My stone?"
"Yeah. Didn't you say you inherited it from your grandfather?" Jen asked.
Sam slumped. He had just swapped ownership of the stone. But then he sat up a bit. Maybe this was a good thing. If the stone was his, then he wouldn't have to run to Jen whenever he had a problem. But then again, if the stone belonged to Sam, did that mean that Sam and Jen switched families? Because Sam knew for a fact that both his grandfathers were still alive.
