But could it be really true that his mother was a lesbian before she got her hands on the wishing stone? The idea that his own mother used to like girls was just too much for Jon to handle. He could never look at her the same way again.
Why would she wish to be straight anyway? Jon certainly didn't have that desire. Or did he?
He was a little curious to know what it would be like to be interested in girls. Karyn, in particular. He smiled at the thought of his best friend also being his girlfriend. Why would my girlfriend necessarily be Karyn, thought Jon. Who knows, it might be Sarah.
Wait, I shouldn't joke around like this. Jon stared at the stone in his hand. This is how Mom got messed up ... straightened out. Well, almost. People were a lot more homophobic in the old days. She was under a lot of pressure to conform, to be just like the other girls. Fortunately, I never had to go through that. There are jerks at school who don't like who I am, but there's always going to be jerks who'll dislike me for whatever reason. Everyone else is pretty much OK with me, including my parents ... and now I know why. She didn't want me to experience what she had. Grandpa wasn't happy about her being lesbian, but he was even less happy about her changing herself permanently ... and accidentally. I've got to be more careful. Gotta make sure I don't stop in mid-sentence.
"I wish I was born straight ..."
Somebody was knocking on Jon's door.
"Who could that be - oh no!" cried Jon. The rock was glowing.
Jon opened the door. It was ...
