Sarah knew where Jon's family lived. She sure she had to find a good excuse to enter the house, but maybe she could count on Jon on this. Time for lunch and Sarah left the house ringing the Gibson doorbell shortly after.
Meanwhile Jon was recovering from post coital bliss. He was lost in a strong and above all long feeling of euphoria. All his muscles and body parts were completely relaxed and his thoughts totally lost in the void. In fact, rather than thinking he had become an emotional state, he was fulfillment. Under these conditions all the rest of what was going on around him didn't matter. His perception of the world around him was simply a beautiful pink cloud.
The door was opened by a woman in her 40s. "Hello Mrs. Gibson," Sarah said softly, "my name is Sarah Mc Millan and I'm a schoolmate of your son Jon." Jon's mother stared at her for a moment, sighed and said, "Oh yes I think I saw you at some show at school, you're the cheerleader captain aren't you?" Sarah nodded.
"Unfortunately if you are looking for Jon you must know that he is not here. He has made an important decision and you will not find him here anymore." Jon's mother's eyes filled become slightly watery.
Sarah was stunned, she didn't expect this reaction, but she also saw a window of opportunity. She put on the most sincere and cutest face she could do and said, "I know, but you see Jon saved my life and the least I could do was to pass by." "Oh," Jon's mother was blown away by this statement. "Do you want to come in dear? I feel it is something not worth facing here at the door." Sarah nodded, her plan was working perfectly.
The conversation continued in the kitchen, and Sarah explained with emotion how a little over a year ago she found to have cancer of the uterus and how she underwent an operation to save her life. It was Jon, the donor who saved who allowed Sarah to be here today in front of her.
Jon's mother was silent and listened without ever interrupting her. As Sarah finished her story she could hardly hold back her tears. She got up and hugged the girl tightly. Sarah felt uncomfortable, everything she had told her was true, but she was hoping for a different reaction that she would allow her to go to Jon's room.
Meanwhile, Jon was recovering. He heard familiar sounds, he wondered if he was dreaming again. He could sense Sarah moving and in addition he was totally stuck with no ability to move. He heard a voice, it was ... it was his mother's! Sarah was talking to her mother, it took him a while to understand what they were saying, he must have lost most of the conversation because he only saw a pair of legs approaching and then a slight pressure coming from the belly area, as if someone was hugging Sarah.
"Jon has always been a good boy," his Mum said emotionally, "I think it was the death of his father that made him make this decision. I miss him so much, but as a mother I can only be proud of him."
Jon was speechless, was his father dead? He did not remember all of this, in fact he was alive and healthy until the moment of the discovery of the stone. Something strange was happening, he absolutely had to find a way to settle the situation.
Sarah took advantage of this quiet moment to try another move and said, "Another reason I'm here is that I have the feeling that Jon wants to see his room one last time, can I go in for a moment?" Jon’s mother looked at her in surprise but with a smile said: "Of course dear, it's not a disturbance and then you made it just in time. On Monday people would come to take away most of the things." she was silent for a second and then added, "The only thing not to look in the third drawer, there she hid the magazines, you know those ..."
Sarah smiled and lied, "Oh don't worry, I'm not going to rummage through his things." And with this Jon’s Mom took Sarah upstairs and gave her some time alone in Jon's room.
Jon's room was like so many other boys his age. A few posters, a lot of clutter, the usual dressers with clothes, a desk and a computer. Sarah looked around "So now where do we look" she said to herself, "if I had to hide a stone I would put it in my secret place, let's try this famous third drawer."
Sarah opened the third drawer and under a pile of clothes she found magazines. They were porn magazines, "Really Joan," she said turning down, "this is 2020 and you have porn magazines? What else will I find? VHS?". She leafed through the magazines and was astonished by their covers and titles.
"But what ...?" Sarah was stunned to see the first one, Sex and the Milf, with busty women in their forties on the cover. The second magazine was even stranger, Barefoot & Pregnant, with pregnant girls on the cover, possibly in the ninth month of pregnancy totally naked. "Damn Joan, what's your problem? Perverse of a vagina!". Fortunately the remaining magazines looked more normal, but Sarah was shocked. She heard a knock on the door, on the fly she put everything back into the drawer, in there were no traces of stones, when turning towards the door she noticed a normal stone on the desk resting near the computer keyboard. Without thinking about it twice, she took it in her hand and felt nothing. It looked like nothing more than a stone or at most a paperweight.
As she ran out of time, she threw it into her purse and opened the door. There stood Jon's Mom, she said that it seemed to have heard her talk and she wanted to know if everything was okay. Sarah nodded, excused herself and left the house as quickly as possible. She still couldn't understand that she had believed her dream, she had come here for nothing, in fact it was probably all a joke from Joan, that pervert just wanted her to see what turned him on. She briefly thought about those pregnant girls, it was so damn sick, and now Joan was right there enjoying the life of a womb in first person.
Back home Sarah paid no attention to her vagina other than the strictly necessary. A passage in the bathroom, some fitting to her panties and nothing more.
Jon meanwhile was still trying to figure out what had happened, he just realized that Sarah had found some of her old porn magazines, but she couldn't be so demure, not Sarah. Yet he sensed how displeased she was.
Before evening Sarah took the stone from the bag and looked at it carefully, it had nothing exceptional. She wanted to see if it actually could be magical. She placed it on the desk and said, "Magic stone, I want my room painted pink." But nothing happened. Then Sarah approached the stone again, and whispered the same sentence from a few centimeters away. But again nothing happened. She tried in a stronger, more purposeful tone of voice. But still nothing happened.
Frustrated she acknowledged that she had fallen for it, Jon had made fun of her. She disconsolately shook her head. Jon would pay for this, he would not get away with it. It’s nearly the time, she thought as she swallowed the fifth of the six hormone pills. As she went to bed a faint smile from her hit her face. Her menstrual cycle was approaching.
