Jon grabbed the stone and tried to make a wish to fix what happened, but for some reason, the stone wouldn't grant it. It didn't flash or anything. Maybe he couldn't fix this after all.
Feeling defeated, Jon put the stone down, then headed to his closet, dreading what he might find. He had a sinking feeling that his outfits were no longer his own. What could they be? His mother's, his aunt's, his sister's, his brother's, his cousin's ... or could it be a combination of two or more of them, maybe including his own?
Taking a deep breath, he opened his closet and found ...
