"Um... I don't know, ask your dad," Jon replied. Mikey just smiled and went back downstairs. Jon sighed, thankful he hadn't totally panicked. If he hadn't seen the stone in action before, he might have.
Mikey had actually called him mom. He was standing in his parents' bedroom, which apparently was now also his room, wearing clothes just like his mom's, which were apparently now also his clothes. It would definitely take a wish to fix this. Jon reached to his pockets for the stone. And his eyes went wide.
These weren't the pants he had five minutes ago. Sure enough, perusing each of the pockets of the ladies slacks and blazer, he only found some lose change and a tube of lip gloss. Again, he went to his former bedroom... now the guest bedroom.
It was useless. The dresser and closet were now empty. It seemed as though none of Jon's possessions even existed anymore. But what had happened to the stone? Jon fought panic, when he suddenly felt a pair of firm hands on his waist...
