"Who the heck are you?" Jon's mom asked. She didn't know this girl who was in her house, even though something looked familiar about her. How did she even get in here? What was she doing wearing Jon's clothes? Did Jon know her?
"Mom, it's me, your son Jon," Jon sobbed. "I don't know how, but something happened in my room, and I got turned into a girl, and- I- I'm really scared now," she stammered on the verge of tears.
"No. No, you need to get out of her now. Go, get out before I call the police!" his mom said angrily.
"But mom, it's really me I'm your son!" she protested.
"Do you really expect me to believe that? What is this, some kind of joke that Jon put you up to?" her mom asked.
Then Jon knew a way he could convince her mom she was who she claimed to be. "Mom, remember how I found out that Santa Claus isn't actually real?" she asked. Her mother's eyes lit up with understanding, and looked at the girl in shock. Could this girl really be her son Jon?
"It was December, back when I was in fifth grade, around the time I turned 10. Nobody else in my class believed in Santa, and even you and dad were starting to act suspicious whenever I talked about him, but I didn't want to give up. I ran away from home, and tried to get to the North Pole to find him," she said, her voice starting to crack as she continued. "The police found me sleeping by the side of the road that night, and took me back home, and then you and dad finally explained to me "
"Oh my- you really are Jon!" his mom exclaimed, convinced now. No random girl that Jon met at school would be able to talk about something like that as if it actually happened to her, and even if she could, why would Jon tell a girl something that embarrassing in the first place? She went over to hug her transformed son, and they both spent several minutes holding each other, crying together.
