Jon stared in wonder at his mother and younger brother, sharing a two-headed body. His younger brother was shorter than himself, so they body Michael currently shared with their mother was lopsided, leaning way over to the left. A moment later, the two crashed to the ground, unable to keep, what seemed like tenuous, balance on their two legs. And, the two were crying. Jon just realized that his mother and brother were sobbing, terrified.
"No, no, nononononono!" Michael groaned. His expression, some mixture between fear and panic.
"Micheal... its okay. We'll think of something..." Their mother gently cupped his face. But even she could not hide the terror in her eyes and crack in her voice.
Jon shivered. "I... I can undo this." he whispered to himself. This result was not what he had intended. He touched the stone in his pajama pockets. Barely raising his voice above a murmur, he said aloud, "I wish my previous wish wore off." Though, nothing occurred. No warmness from the stone signaled that the wish had been granted. His brother and mother continued to moan on the ground in front of him.
The guilt of his hasty, horny wish last night ate at his conscience. He had done this. His younger brother and mother were paying the price for his interests. He cursed himself for not creating some clause in the wish last night. "I need to think..." He said to himself. He stepped back in his room, silently closing the door. Neither his brother or mother had seen him. How could they considering their current horror took all their attention.
"Think Jon... think..." He said to himself as he paced his room. He remembered the wish he uttered last night, word for word: I wish that my brother, Michael, got somehow conjoined into a two-headed combo of himself and the person he... hugged last. There was no way to separate them given how it was worded, but he realized that the fusion did not have to involve his mother specifically. Jon glanced at a picture, taken earlier that year, with his brother and him posing together.
Deciding in that moment on a course of action, Jon quickly spoke aloud, "I wish Michael shared my fetish interest completely." The stone, in his palm, warmed. "I also wish that Michael was my fraternal twin brother, being my exact age." The stone warmed to the touch again, and Jon noticed the picture he saw had changed. He and Michael were the same age now.
He breathed in and slowly released the breathe. "Finally, I wish... that last night... Michael hugged me last." The stone warmed to the touch. Immediately, the crying from in the hallways stopped, but Jon felt a more significant change to his body. Suddenly, what used to be the left half of his body belonged to Micheal, his now fraternal twin. They had been turned to a two-headed combo of themselves.
