"I wiiiiish..." She said, drawing it out as she saw his expression. "That you weeeeere... no, no, that we were..." Interrupted by the ringing of her phone, she fished it out of her purse on the table and sighed, "Ugh. My little sister."
Jon watched in horror as she almost dropped the rock, and a bright flash enveloped them both.
When the light faded, he was in a completely different place. There was a phone clutched in his hand - a very small, dainty-looking hand. "What the hell?" His new mouth squeaked on its own, and he blushed at the high, young voice. His hand moved of its own accord, putting the phone back up on the wall.
He ran up the stairs to the bathroom, his mouth speaking on its own and telling him to stop, asking what was going on. In the bathroom mirror was a nauseatingly cute girl; ten years old, Jon knew. Her face was the vision of angelic perfection, and it was clear she was going to grow up to be pretty if not a knockout. Just like her big sister Katie.
What the hell is going on? An errant thought that wasn't his own entered his mind.
Katie? He asked, a blush creeping across the girl's face as he did. I told you the stone was real.
You mean I'm my little sister?! Samantha's mental voice screamed, the same voice he used in this new mind.
No, we're your little sister. Sam screamed, looking in the mirror with a new expression of horror that he knew they both shared. Katie's mom ran into the bathroom a moment later, and Jon felt himself - his new self - turn and smile sweetly, explaining that nothing was wrong, she just saw a bug, but it was gone now. That voice coming out of his mouth, or what was now partially his mouth, was still disorienting.
"We're going to have to figure something out, Katie. I wonder what happened to us? Our bodies, I mean." He spoke out loud for no particular reason, and answered himself barely a second later, panic tinging his voice. "You can fix this, can't you? I don't wanna be Sammy!"
