Linda went into Jon's room a few minutes later, still carrying the rock she'd found in his bed, to find it... empty. He was nowhere to be found, but his computer was making an awful lot of noise. "I wish I knew what was going on.. where is he?"
She smiled as a flash of inspiration entered her mind. The rock had granted her wish. The Create-A-Sim screen was on the computer screen, and a Sim that looked an awful lot like Jon looked around, terrified. The babble Sims spoke was perfectly clear from him. "Mom?! What happened? Where am I?" She grinned at the screen. "You're in your game, hon. It isn't very nice what you're doing to your Sims, so I'm gonna show you what it feels like. You'll come back out when you learn your lesson."
"Now, what are we going to do with you? Do you want to be an adult?" Jon felt himself grow, and saw in the mirror by him on the screen that his face he'd become an adult version of himself. "A child?" He shrunk, his sharp lines softening and his face becoming chubby. Suddenly his child's body had blond hair up in pigtails, and he was clothed in a frilly pink party dress, white tights and pink ballet shoes. A moment later he grew back up and was clothed in his normal clothes.
Jon barely had time for a relieved sigh before his hair grew out to cover part of his face and flow over his shoulders, a pretty style he liked to use often. His clothes changed to a halter top and a pleated white skirt, and he felt an odd weight on his chest; breasts. Large ones. This was one of his very well-endowed outfits.
"You're cute, Jon, but you could use some help." His face felt strange. He looked in the mirror to see blush on his cheeks, an innocent pink lipgloss, and light eyeshadow. "Perfect! Should we stick with this, or something else? You've got some very sexy outfits..."
