Jon froze when he saw his dad in the kitchen. At first he didn't realize that it even was his dad, until he turned to greet Jon. His face was unchanged, his hair was the same short salt-and-pepper hair he normally had. His head was totally normal. But from the neck down, Jon's father had the body of somebody else.
It looked like it belonged to a young woman in her twenties. She was rather tall, and had even more height thanks to the black leather four inch stilettos on her feet. The pointy-toed shoes also accentuated a pair of long, tan, toned legs which seemed to go on forever, until they reached the hem of a form-fitting black pencil skirt a few inches above the knee. Tucked into the skirt was a pink short sleeve blouse. The top three buttons were undone, and as his dad turned Jon caught a glimpse of a lacy bra which held a pair of ample-but-not-huge breasts. He quickly averted his gaze.
"Morning Jon," he said, his voice unchanged.
"Uh, Morning... Dad," Jon replied, hoping he picked the right noun.
"Sleep well?" He asked while pouring a cup of coffee. When he did this, Jon noticed slender arms and delicate hands with well manicured nails.
"Sure," Jon said, hoping he was still asleep and dreaming. His dad walked over to the kitchen table, walking as though he wore high heels every day. He sat down and crossed his legs at the knee. Even though he was still acting like his dad, Jon couldn't help but notice that he was definitely moving like a woman.
Jon just stared. What was going on? Was this the interesting thing that happened, giving his dad someone else's body and making him act like it's his? Jon realized his father had noticed him staring and he quickly looked away. His dad pretended not to notice, as though that was something he often had to do with a body like that.
"Aren't you going to sit down and have breakfast? Tell me about what's in store at school today."
"Dad, something's wrong," Jon said, finally clearing his thoughts enough to try and confront the weirdness.
"What is it, son? Problem at school?"
"No Dad, it's right here. It's your-" Jon stopped abruptly when his sister walked into the room with a scowl on her goth face. Jon did a double take when he saw how she had changed. From the neck down, she too possessed a body identical to the one her father now sported. It appeared to be identical in every way, from the clothes to the little mole on her left kneecap. Whatever had happened to his dad, had happened to his sister too.
"Morning Zoe," his dad said.
"Whatever," she replied. Even though her body had changed, her attitude hadn't. Jon was about to say something to her, when his mom walked in and poured a bowl of cereal. She too had the same body.
Jon heard the TV blaring in the living room. He looked out the kitchen door, and sure enough there was Mikey, same body, same outfit, sitting on the couch watching cartoons. Even though he had the interests of an eleven year old boy, he was sitting like a young woman might sit, with his feet tucked up underneath, knees together.
"What's going on here?" Jon said to himself.
"What do you mean, Honey?" his mom asked. His dad stood up to give her a kiss, and Jon noticed they were now exactly the same height.
"Something's wrong here. Something's..." He trailed off as he caught a glimpse out the window. Outside, several people were walking around, going about their business. All of them oblivious to the fact that they, too, had the body of a beautiful twenty-something woman.
Jon sighed. This must have come from the stone somehow. But why this? And just whose body was that? Jon had to find out.
