"I wish that man would do what I say," Jon said, shaking his head. After the stone glowed, granting his wish, he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide. What exactly did that wish do?
He slowly turned around and looked back at his mother. But the person making hot cocoa in the kitchen was not his mother. Not anymore. The stone must have interpreted that Jon wanted his mother to be a man, so that's what happened.
Already, things were out of control. Jon had breasts, his mother was a man. What else could go wrong?
"Mom?" Jon asked hesitantly, walking back into the kitchen. Or is it Dad now? he thought.
