At first he didn’t know where he was. The room was fairly girly, and looked like it belonged to one of Sarah’s cronies. That made him groan, not liking where things were going. Reaching out a manicured hand (when had that happened? he thought, had his nails changed to reflect his new life?) he grabbed his purse and pulled out some ID.
“Jon Saunders,” he read, then frowned. The only Saunders he knew that was the same age was that bitch Tiffany, was he really her now? As he stood up, a weight at his front made him pause. Going pale he looked down and gasped.
Tiffany had been dating Steve Farber up until he’d knocked her up about seven months ago. Tiffany had decided to keep the baby despite the objections of Steve. Jon couldn’t blame her - her body, her choice as far as he was concerned. Now it looked like it was a case of Jon’s body, Jon’s choice.
Rubbing his baby bump, Jon wondered how he’d ended up with the baby. He was still a guy so he shouldn’t be able to get pregnant, and how had it gotten from Tiffany to him? He grimaced, reflecting he’d ended up with her life, and her life was a teenage mother-to-be so the magic of the stone meant that his life was now a teenage mother-to-be. He sat back down, the logic giving him a headache.
