As Jon was standing there enjoying the perfect morning, her husband slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach. She could already feel him stiffening from behind as she teasingly rubbed her rounded behind against him. Smiling, she looked up and kissed her husband good morning.
"Y'know," Earl began, "with all the excitement lately I just realized we haven't gotten to know each other yet. "Heck, Missy, I don't think I ever even caught your name!"
Jon laughed. "I know I love my husband, and that was enough for me. But you're right; we probably should get to know each other better. My name is Jon."
"Jon?!" Earl laughed. "What kind of parents would name their beautiful daughter Jon?"
Jon blushed slightly at the compliment. "Well," he began, "none that I know of. I haven't been anyone's daughter until yesterday." Jon was sure his husband would understand. Their love was strong enough to endure this sort of petty thing.
"I don't think I understand..." Earl trailed off as his eyes slowly widened. Jon avoided his gazed, embarrassed. "You're trying to tell me you used to be a man, Missy?"
Jon nodded. "It's true. Use the stone if you don't believe me." He felt no need to lie to the man he loved.
"I just might, at that," Earl said as he fished in his pocket for the rock. After pulling it out, he said, "I wish I knew how my wife came to be in that field last night." And then he knew. He knew about Jon, his Gramdpa's "death," Karyn and Sarah. He knew about the inadvertant switch Jon and Sarah had made. "I think I need to sit down or something," Earl mumbled as he slumped against the wall, his eyes distant.
Jon was beginning to feel the beginnings of tears in her eyes. She was a women. She was his wife, and she wanted to be both. She hoped her past wouldn't ruin her wonderful new life. "Baby, don't let it bother you! I'm not him anymore. I'm only your wife now. Your loving wife." She felt her lower lip begin to tremble.
Earl looked up at the woman he had married. The woman he had forced to love him. And now he knew she wasn't supposed to be a woman at all. The previous night was incredible, he had to admit, and there certainly weren't any signs of his wife's former maleness about her. Earl was a good ol' boy at heart, and he had definite preconceptions about such things as this, but maybe he could learn to deal with it. Still, he had the stone, though. His wish to marry was hasty, in retrospect. He could wish for a bevy of beautiful women, none of which he had to marry. Why settle for some shemale, he thought.
He decided to use the stone to get rid of his little problem: Jon. "Sorry, Missy--Jon--I don't think things are working out." Jon felt her heart skip a beat, then she felt like she was going to throw up. Then Earl took out the stone again. "I wish things were like I had never found you in that field." Just as Earl made his mistake, he and his bride vanished from the suite, with Earl's last thought being that he forgot the stone wouldn't be coming with him, since he had never found Jon.
As Jon came to, she realized she was naked, laying out in some open field. Behind her, she heard the rustling of someone--or something--coming her way through the crops. Quickly snatching up the stone, she said, "I was I was back in Sarah's bedroom."
