Jon was nearly hyperventilating with repeated, lilted gasps, that new high pitched voice, the tightness around his chest from his bra squeezing and lifting his globular bust, and the silky smooth wisps of hair tickling the back of his neck reminding him of his current predicament and doing little to stop a panic attack that had his heart thumping a million miles a minute. Okay Jon, get a hold of yourself. This is bad. Realllllly bad. But that wish was kinda vague, right? There has to be someone way to undo this. But first, I need to calm down and get the stone from Zoe before she does anything else stupid with it.
As he took a deep breath, summoning all his courage, Jon started out of his room and... only made it a step before turning his ankle and nearly falling flat on his face. "What the hell? Wait, am I wearing..." Heels. Mint green, kitten heels, if Jon knew about such a thing, but even only rising a measly 2 inches, they were practically impossible for a young man with no experience with such things to make any strides in. "Stupid shoes, stupid dress, stupid Zoe!" he raged, but with his ears rang with a whiny, hysterical tone, betraying his own anger. Flicking off his shoes and finding himself even shorter than a moment ago (which was distressing enough, he already felt absolutely tiny!) Jon waddled over to Zoe's room, each step accompanied by all sorts of bouncing and jiggling from his new motherly curves and womanly padding.
"Zoe," Jon knocked, "Zoe, please open up. It really is me, Jon. We need to talk. That stone you have is really dangerous and I need it back right now. So please open up."
His impassioned plea was only met with vitriol. "GO AWAY! YOU'RE NOT JON! YOU DID SOMETHING WITH HIM! I'M CALLING THE COPS RIGHT NOW!"
"Look, Zoe, please just come out, I'll explain everything." Jon covered his mouth after that last phrase, surprising even himself with how comforting and soothing his tone of voice was.
"NO! GET OUT OF HERE YOU FREAK! STOP MESSING WITH ME! I JUST WISH I KNEW WHAT WAS GOING ON!" With that, Jon saw a red flash of light pulse from the under reaches of Zoe's bedroom door, knowing full well she still had her hand wrapped around the stone. All Jon heard was, "oh..." He hoped the stone wasn't too liberal in its interpretation of 'what was going on' and didn't fry Zoe's brain with a millennia of the stone's history. There had been only four wishes so far and three of them had been absolutely careless, Jon lamented, was Grandpa right to entrust me with it?
"Jon, I... I know. I'm... I'm so sorry. I didn't know, I'm going to come out, okay?" They both gasped when they saw one another. There was nothing physically different about Zoe, but Jon was almost nearly seeing eye to eye with her after a lifetime of towering over his sister and teasing her about being fun sized. Jon gulped, knowing if they stayed this way, Zoe was probably due for a growth spurt and he'd be the tiny one! Zoe tried to cover her mouth to hide her shock. It was hard to believe that the buxom, motherly woman standing in front of her was actually Jon. That woman in front of her just oozed a maternal, nurturing energy and no one would bat an eye to see her handing out oranges at a soccer field or attending a PTA meeting. The stone really did not mess around, it crossed it's t's and dotted its i's when it changed Jon from carefree teenage boy to parent. But Zoe wondered, why a woman, why a mom and not a dad? Did it have something to do with her focus being on her mom? Could her own thoughts influence the direction the stone took with how it would grant the wishes? It was too much to take in all at once and she could already feel the headache coming on.
"I just can't believe that's you in there Jon... you're so..."
"What?!" Jon snapped. "Short? Fat? Jiggly? Look Zoe, just give me the stone so I can fix this."
"No!" Zoe recoiled back, pulling the stone close to her chest and away from Jon. "I mean, we shouldn't be too hasty. If what the stone told me is true, we have to be certain to get the wording perfect, right? Maybe we should think about it for a bit first."
"Okay, but just hand it over to me, okay?" Jon plead, worried that now Zoe knew what it was capable of, she'd be unwilling to part with that power. "Just nice and gentle, place it in my hand okay."
Zoe, like a frightened animal, turned and slammed the door shut in Jon's face, barring herself once again in her room, before Jon could react, being far too clumsy and unadjusted to his new form. "Look Jon, I'm sorry, I got you into this, I'm going to get you out of it. Let me write down some wish ideas and then you can decide which one you like best. I'm worried you're just too emotional and frantic to be be using this thing right now."
"Zoe! You can't do this!" Jon screeched, tears welling up in his eyes, only proving Zoe's point as the massive influx of new hormones put his emotions seemed to fluctuate from one extreme to the next. "Zoe! You can't do this! You have no idea how awkward and disgusting I feel in this body! I'm a fucking mom, YOUR MOM! It's so gross! Everything feels so foreign and my hips feel like their a mile wide, I bumped into the doorway and an end table with this big mom ass. I can't live like this! I don't know the first thing about being a woman, let alone a mom!" as tears streaked down his face, ruining his magically applied mascara.
"Look Jon, I really wish there was a way to make this easier for you, but I just need to think- oh shit."
"ZOE!"
But it was too late, the red flash of light through the door frame and a less intense but familiar feeling of warmth and million little tingles, like ants marching on his skin confirmed there was more still to come.
