"Yes..." Sarah murmured to herself. "I think the bed would be a very good place for you. And since you like peering into my room so much, you'll appreciate having a better view..."
Jon was almost sure that whatever Sarah was planning was not something he would like. He steeled himself for one last desperate attempt to launch himself at Sarah to take the rock, or at least knock it out of her hand.
Sarah only grinned harder, looking even more nasty.
Suddenly, before Jon could launch himself at her, she said "Jon, I wish you were a one-foot plush teddy-bear."
A wave of disorientation swept Jon, and he realized he was falling to the ground. He tried to cringe involuntarily as the ground rushed up to meet him, but his body wouldn't move. It felt sort of numb. He hit the ground, but it didn't hurt at all. He just sort of bounced, and came to rest face down on the floor.
With a sinking feeling, he realized that Sarah's wish had taken effect. He could feel the floor under him, could see it through his little button eyes, even smell it. But he was completely powerless to move. Jon knew he was now exactly what Sarah had wished him to be: A plush bear.
He felt something huge pick him up, and knew it was Sarah. She lifted him up, and dangled him in front of her face, obviously examining him. She was huge. Heck, the room was huge. Aparently satisfied with her handywork, Sarah walked over to her bed, and put Jon down by the pillow, next to a stuffed bunny.
"There you go, Jon. You'll get pleanty of chances with me in bed now, won't you? And this way I don't have to worry about you trying anything foolish to get the rock back anymore, either."
Jon was seething on the inside, but couldn't do anything besides sit there and stare straight ahead at Sarah. She looked at him for a moment, and then said "But we can't just leave you like that. It wouldn't be right..."
For a moment, Jon felt a surge of hope. Was it possible that leaving him as a stuffed toy for eternity was too cruel, even for Sarah?
"...No, definatly not. You don't match the rest of my room at all. Totally the wrong color." Jon felt his feeble hopes dashed, and barely even heard Sarah continue. "...I wish you were white colored instead of brown. And cuter, too. I wish you had a big red bow, too. That would match my coverlet..."
Sarah nodded to herself in satisfaction. "Now you're not quite such an eye-sore." She went over to her dresser, and picked up a small hand mirror, which she held up. For the first time, Jon got a look at himself.
Owch. The "wish you were cuter" thing Sarah had said had certainly taken it's toll. He looked like something out of Hello-Kitty. Complete with the bow in his hair, he though wryly to himself. Which, as Sarah had pointed out, now matched the red coverlet perfectly. His arms and legs were standard teddy-bear fair; they were way too short in proportion to his body, and ended in soft round circles instead of hands or feet.
All in all, a teddy-bear's body. A very cute and pretty little teddy-bear, which would not look at all out of place in any young girl's room.
"Of course," he thought to himself, "It doesn't really matter if I have hands or not, considering that I can't move. Although I wish I didn't look quite so ridiculous."
Since he couldn't actually move or do anything else, Jon waited to see what Sarah would do next.
