"Well, first I need to call the school," said Susan, "but then I'll call Mrs. Black."
"Karyn's mother?" asked Jon, her new voice sounding very strange to her ears.
"Right," replied Susan. "Since you're such good friends with Karyn, I'm sure it could only help you to have her with you today, now that you're a girl. I just hope her mother has read the same literature I have about dealing with fairy transformations." She leaned in to give Jon a tight hug. "Will you be okay for a few minutes while I'm making phone calls?"
"Sure," said Jon.
"That's my..." -- Jon detected a slight catch in her mother's voice as she finished the sentence -- "...girl." Susan stood up, brushed Jon's new bangs back, and kissed her on the forehead.
Jon lay back in bed. She didn't feel overly worried about the situation, figuring that she could fix things through the use of the rock. Of course, she'd have to be careful about dealing with this new fairy-intensive reality -- didn't want to eliminate the concept of breasts, or of femininity, or anything like that.
And then it occurred to her: before going to bed last night, she'd -- he'd put the rock under his bed, in the locking box that also contained a stash of porn magazines. She assumed that box didn't exist anymore, or at least the porn, but she also worried that the fairy's reality changes might have taken the rock out of her life completely -- what if Grandpa's thinking had been to leave the rock to his oldest grandson? That would now be Jon's 12-year-old cousin David, who lived several thousand miles away.
She started to tear the room apart.
