I wish that the day after he touches this stone, Jon turns back into what he was before.
A vague wish, Jon thought. Who had he been if not himself? Then it hit him; he'd first touched it yesterday! As if on cue, a peculiar sensation washed over him. It felt as if the universe hiccuped. Suddenly, he was submerged in water, panic filling him for a moment before he realized... I can breathe. He simply floated in the depths, feeling the water as a soothing balm, caressing his long hair forming a halo around his head, his silken legs, his bare breasts.
Wait, what?! His eyes widened, and he swam upward, feeling more as if the water parted around him than that he were actually swimming. Jon broke the surface of the water without so much as a ripple, and looked down to see a small, pale female form with a blue tinge to her smooth skin. Dark hair with many shades and streaks of blue, green and brown fell over her - his - delicate shoulders and partially obscured breasts, an A-cup at best. Transparent markings ran across his skin, seemingly shifting, moving along imperceptible paths like the touch of sunlight on the open sea, there one moment but completely gone the next. As he stepped out of the water, he felt a horrible chill, a primal fear whispering in his mind, Submerge! Land is unsafe! Forest razed, only barely living! Lake safe!
He ignored it for long enough to study his reflection; his face was inhumanly cute, utterly foreign and alien but with a sort of innocent beauty which transcends race. At his subconscious will, the water flattened to form a near-perfect mirror, and he saw his eyes. The entirety of his eyes was a bright blue, subtly shifting as his skin was, starkly alien. GO! IN! He nearly screamed, plunging back into the lake, a strange sort of cool-air blush filling his face as he heard his new voice: high, as cute as his face, with an eerie half-echo like a breeze across the lake which was his new home. In the lake, his vision was sharper than it had ever been before this morning, and he examined the rest of his body in this strange directionless environment which somehow felt more natural than his human life ever had.
He was petite, with a preternaturally slender form, feminine and delicate in every sense. Jon blushed again; he looked as if a slight breeze would bowl him over. "Is this me?" His echoing voice spoke with perfect clarity in the water. "What...?" Before he even finished, he came to know the answer to his every question; it was, after all, in his own memory.
