The sensation made him stop what he was doing and pull his pants down, just in time to see his testicles crawl up into him, penis following closely. In their place a slit formed; a vagina, with blond hair. That weird post-it had done this to him! But who was his counterpart? A scream from somewhere else in the house answered that question. Zoe. Before he could get up, she ran into his room, slamming the door behind her. "What the hell is this?!" She pulled her pants down to show a bulge in her panties that certainly wasn't there a minute ago. The panties went next, and Jon saw his genitals hanging between her legs, though smaller. "I knew they were yours. How did this happen?" Oddly, she didn't seem angry, or at least not at him.
"I... uh... I have an idea." Jon looked up at his little sister, three years younger. "You know my inheritance? It had grampa's wishing stone. I think someone took it, and I have a good idea of who." He stood up, pulling his pants and briefs back up, and walked out. Zoe protested loudly behind him, asking question after question as they walked into Mikey's room where he was at his table, bent over a sticky pad. "Where is it?!" Jon yelled. A direct approach was best with him. Mikey looked up at him, startled.
"Where's what?" There was a guilty look in his eyes, one they both recognized. "I was just writing some notes to myself." He shrugged.
"You know what! The stone! Give it back, Mikey." Thankfully, Zoe stayed silent, just doing her best attempt at a menacing glare. Jon spotted it on the table; Mikey was trying to hide it with his body, but he was too short. Before Jon could take it, though, Mikey grabbed it and made a quick wish.
"Iwishthenotescouldn'tbereversed!" Shortly after he finished it, the flash loosened his grip on the stone, and Jon wrenched it from his hand. As they slowly realized what he'd just done, they looked ready to kill him, and perfectly willing until Mom yelled from behind them, "What are you two doing to your little brother? Get out here, now!" They complied, Jon holding the rock tightly in his hand, and dread filled him as he saw Mom's eyes dart over to it. "Were you going to throw a rock at him? I thought I raised a civilized daughter, not a ruffian! The way you look on the outside doesn't change what you are, and I expect better behavior from you. Give me that." She grabbed the stone from him without resistance; there was no way he could resist. He'd just have to get it back from her later. And with or without it, they were stuck.
