The door opened a moment later, revealing a middle-aged woman dressed in only a lacy bra and panties underneath an open robe. She wasn't stunning in the least, but still good enough looking, for someone who was almost forty. The sexy underwear made her look kind of sleazy, though. In her hand was a martini.
"Jon? What are you doing back?" the woman asked.
"Sorry, Mrs. Lettman," Tiffany said. "Jon just left his purse and things. We're picking it up before we head to school."
Lettman? Jon thought. The only Lettman he knew about was Derek Lettman, that emo boy from school. But from what he heard about Derek's mother, she was an overweight cigarette-addicted slob who lived in a trailer park. It seemed that more than other people's memories had changed in this new reality. Jon paused for a moment, as a thought occurred to him. The stone! If he was part of a different family, then didn't that mean that he no longer had the stone? And if he didn't have it, then who did? Or did anyone? Maybe in this reality his grandfather never sent the stone at all.
"Okay, go get your stuff," Mrs. Lettman, apparently Jon's new mother, said.
Jon would have to deal with the stone later. Right now, he had a more personal problem to deal with. He headed through the house, guessing which way the bedrooms were and through trial-and-error, he found his new bedroom. Oddly, sitting on the floor was a backpack and a purse. He just made that up to Tiffany about leaving it at home. It almost seemed like what he said had come true.
Trying something, Jon said "I'm a boy again." But nothing happened. Maybe it was just a coincidence.
