Why had I been so stupid, Jon thought to himself trying to think about a solution that wouldn't make his family suspect anything.
"I know, I wish for a tan-removing machine that undoes the effects of the tanning machine" I said waiting for the familiar flash and happy when it occurred.
It was then that I noticed dad was missing, "dad" I called, but there was no answer except for the incessive and depressing drone of Zoe's music, how could she be so goth I sighed.
Carefully I went upstairs to the new room, "surely he wouldn't have" I said, but opening the door confirmed my fears, the pink sunned was closed and humming away to itself, I was sure I could hear gentle moans of a woman emanating from it. Beside it there was a new black sun bed, only it contained no UV lights, only darkness.
I ignored it and focussed on the pink one, I decided to open it.
Inside was a buff blonde chic in a bikini, her eyes covered by small black goggles. "A www, who made the thingy stop" she pouted standing up and removing her goggles. "Dad?" I asked. She was much taller then me and not an ounce of fat except on her huge firm breasts and ass, she just giggled. "dad I need you to try this sun bed please, see what it's like" I asked carefully, wondering how much the bed might have effected her mind.
"No way, that things scary looking" she pouted again like a child, I took her hand and pulled it towards the machine, "you must" I demanded getting annoyed. She stamped her foot, "NO WAY, YOU TRY IT" she squealed like a child.
I tried to force her, but she was now so strong, this new woman obviously worked out a lot and enjoyed it, in the scuffle I dropped the stone, "no I need that" I said bending to pick it up, but she took advantage and pushed me into the open bed slamming the lid quick.
I banged on the door, "let me out" I screamed. "No way, you try it now" she said back giggling, "I got your stone" she said, "no give it back" I banged on the door more, but there was no reply.
It felt strange, the darkness felt alive, and horrible like it was draining all of my perkiness and strength away, I didn't want to bang on the door anymore, the sinking feeling felt nice and cold and it felt better to let it decide what to do.
As the ice grew in my stomach I felt more and more vulnerable and a growing need for people to like me and look after me, I dint want the responsibility of the stone anymore, dad could keep it.
