When their control returned to them, Jon lunged for the stone in Biff’s hands. Biff deftly stepped to the side, and Jon flew past to slam to the floor.
“I wish Leilani wouldn’t be able to use the Stone until this is all figured out,” Biff said as Jon desperately scrambled to her feet.
Jon dived at Biff and succeeded at knocking him to the ground. The stone tumbled from Biff’s hands as Biff scratched at Jon’s throat.
“I wi—”
“I wi—” Jon started again.
“You shouldn't be able to make any wishes now.”
“Why would you—”
“‘Cause you’ve already made too many rash wishes, and I won't be subjected to any more of them. You’re going to help me figure this out.” Biff replied, still pinned to the floor under Jon. Jon dropped the stone on the carpeted floor. Wait, was the room larger as well? He hadn’t noticed a few minor things before, like the vanity and his bedsheets being a different color. Not that he had a chance to see what was different.
“Now, I know you’re a bit of a bimbo—”
“I’m literally not—”
“But I need your help to figure out how to un—” Biff’s voice cut off as soft footsteps approached the door. In an instant, all control they had over their bodies was gone, and Jon was pressing his body into Biff’s.
All of a sudden, this almost predatory excitement came over Jon. He felt tense and wired, aroused. He pulled Biff’s Star Wars shirt from where it had been tucked into her tight jeans.
“Leilani!” Biff complained. But Jon ignored it and slapped one hand over Biff's mouth as the other hand’s manicured nails slipped under the shirt and scrapped over Biff's taut stomach. Jon—no Leilani freely kissed and sucked around Buffy’s neck, leaving hickeys in her wake as Buffy squirmed beneath him. Of course, the magic once again decided the best reason for the two girlfriends to be on top of each other was for them to be making out. But someone, Jon, could sense that Leilani wanted it to be more than that.
“I've been so amped up all day. So fucking turned on all day. I'm done waiting.” Leilani whispered.
“Leilani? Mom is waiting for us at the dinner—” Mikey said, bursting into the room. “What are you two doing?”
“Don't worry about it,” Leilani said as she slipped a hand under Biff's bra and ran a soft thumb over a nipple, making Buffy squirm and moan into her other hand.
“Tell her we'll be right down.” Jon’s puppeted body said.
“She told me to make sure you came down for dinner,” Mikey said.
Leilani groaned from getting denied pleasure once again, and for once, Jon had to agree with this Leilani character. They were so horny. Was Leilani a bit of a slut.
“Okay, we're coming,” Leilani said, standing. She held a hand out to Buffy and pulled her to her feet. Jon’s body walked over to the vanity, reached into a pocket in her beige skirt, and pulled out a tube of lipstick. A moment later, the smeared lipstick was touched up. Leilani took a moment to admire herself.
“Leilani!?” Buffy yelled as she also adjusted her messy ginger hair and askew glasses.
“Sorry Mikey. Let's go.” God, Jon wasn't sure if he hated or liked being like this. No, he wanted to get back to his body, right? Jon felt a surge of tight wetness between her legs when Leilani looked at Buffy. Her hair was tousled, and the hickey marks were clear on her neck.
“I have to put this away, but I'll see you down there,” Mikey said, gesturing to the Lego airplane in his hand.
As they stepped through the door, Mikey disappeared into his room to put his toy away, and control returned to them. Jon moved to stop and turn back to his room, but Biff barreled into him from behind.
Jon stumbled forward toward that banister. The moment he looked over it, he saw his mother in the kitchen, and the moment of control was gone.
Leilani looked back and grabbed Biff in front of her mom, and Jon watched as Buffy snapped back into control.
They joined the family at the table. Several times, Leilani grabbed Buffy’s hand, placed it on her leg, and tried to get Buffy to go further, but each time, Buffy rebuffed her, making Leilani pout.
“What is your background?” Buffy asked after a while. “Ethnically.”
“Guess,” Leilani said with a coy smile.
“I don't know why my daughter likes being so mysterious—”
“Cause it's sexier,” Leilani said, smirking. Mr. Huang scoffed.
“Miss—” Jon’s mom started.
“Leave her be. You know how I was at her age.” Mr. Huang chastised his wife before speaking.
“Anyway, my father is Chinese, and my mother is Hawaiian. I grew up in China but was born on Maui. My wife is half Norwegian and half Welsh, so that makes Leilani—” Mr. Huang said.
“A quarter Chinese, a quarter Hawaiian, and half European,” Buffy interjected.
“Correct. Leilani here inherited most of my genetics. Mikey and Zoe favor their mother's side. It's been problematic in the past. My wife drops the children off, and I pick them up. Sometimes, they don't believe I'm the father. Genetics can be strange.” Mr. Huang laughed.
When Leilani glanced at Zoe, Jon could see the differences. She was largely the same, but there definitely was a slight Asian slant to her appearance. Were her breasts a little larger? They were. Not as large as Jon/Leilani's, but still.
Finally, they returned to Jon’s room. Even with control returned to himself, Jon still felt a bit flushed, and Biff seemed to be, too. Was slutty Leilani rubbing off on her—he mean him?
“We need Karyn’s help with the stone.”
“Fuck no!” Biff replied.
“She already knows about it, or she should.”
“Fine. I wish Karyn would help us in the most unbiased way possible.” The Stone in Biff's hands flashed.
“What the fuck! You don't trust her?”
“Of course not. Jenni was always telling me about how Karyn betrayed her. Why would I trust her.”
“Seriously?!”
“I'll trust her now,” Biff said, holding up the Stone.
“Let's go.” Jon said, squeezing his legs together to the empty, wet heat that seemed to drive so much of what Leilani did. He was surely ready to free himself of living the life of Leilani.
