If it wasn't for the detail that I wasn't ever really Jon, mornings were pretty similar to when I was Jon. School was about to start in the fall--remember that the other me got the stone over Spring Break--and I woke up. Only I wasn't Jon, I was Jonnie. I got up first and went to get some clothes from the closet and drawers, then went to the bathroom. The mirror was funny. Jon was more like a mirror of me than the real mirror--the mirror showed me shorter, with a softer face and sizable breasts, panties, and a bulging belly. It hardly felt like it was me, it was more like someone I'd fantasize about.
Jon opened the door to the restroom. "Let's shower together," he said.
"No! I..." But I could feel myself being turned on, because my body liked this other me who was still the guy I only felt I was. Jon kissed me and I couldn't resist. He pat my belly and said "Well, it's almost six months. You may think you're me, but you're really the mother of my child."
"It was just a fantasy I had! Make a clone of myself who is me, but who wants to get impregnated by me. I'll make this clone and have sex with her and she'll want to have my twins."
"It worked fine, Jonnie." Jon grinned.
"You got your wish, I didn't."
"Because you just remember it. You're my fantasy come to life."
"I'm a person."
"Of course you are. I'm not doing weird things like, I don't know, some kind of transform that makes it impossible for you to live normally, or some kind of super mind control, or make you into a bimbo. I used a wish to make you exist but I hardly transformed you at all. I didn't even make you funsize, I know you couldn't live that way. Your breasts may be big, but no bigger than Karyn's. You know all my friends, and we're part of the same family. Your body may have the hots for me, but I didn't control you into being that, you were never any other way. I didn't even give you long hair."
"Because your fantasy is impregnating your clone. You want to impregnate someone who looks like you and if I have your hair I look more like you. Like these clothes." I pointed to my clothes and the clothes he had brought into the bathroom. I had picked jeans and a shirt and Ibecause of his earlier wish, I happened to pick exactly the same things he did, except for their sizes.
"I didn't think it would bother you to look like me. We both want the same thing, even if for different reasons.."
"Sure, but I don't want to be pregnant."
"You wanted to be pregnant until recently. In fact you wanted to be pregnant specifically by me."
"The wish was that I'd come to regret it. And I do, because it makes sense to regret it. I'm a guy, no matter what I look like. I'm Jon and Jon doesn't get pregnant. Besides, it may be easy to find adoptive parents because of your wish, but would our children really want to be adopted when their parents are here and perfectly able to raise them? We're teenagers, but you have a magic stone. You can wish for anything from self-cleaning diapers and baby crying sound absorbers, to making them our own age."
"Maybe I'll wish for one of those things you say. I wished I'd find adoptive parents, but I didn't wish that we'd be forced to use them. And you know, there are several things I could wish to make our lives easier. How about I wish that..."
"No! If it's anything I really want, I'd have asked you to do it. You wouldn't be suggesting it to me."
"All right. Well, it's time for our shower!" I didn't... exactly... want to be in the shower with him, but like always, my body had other desires.
