Jon was met with a somewhat strange sight on the door to his room when he got home from school. A sticky note was attached to it, and without thinking about it, he picked it up and read it out loud. "I wish the next person who touched me would have the ability to mold my flesh however they wanted with a firm touch, and any necessary anatomical changes would automatically be made."
He shrugged it off, tearing it up as he walked in and tossing the pieces into the trash can. Did someone know about his wishing stone? Where was it, anyway? He looked inside the box he kept it in, to find... nothing. Filled with a sense of panic, he dashed out of his room to find it, bumping into...
