Jon spun around to face an angry looking ten year old year who seemed to be clutching his wish rock.
"Hey!" shouted Jon, "Please be careful with that!"
A second ago he was in his bedroom, searching frantically for the stone. Now it was before him and he had no idea who it might be who now had it in their power.
"Tell me how to fix myself!" the ten year old demanded.
"What are you talking about?" said Jon, worried.
"I'm ten fucking years old!" shouted Ryan.
"I can see that," said Jon, "How old are you supposed to be?"
"I'm supposed to be her OLDER brother," the kid shouted, motioning to a pile of clothes.
Jon looked down, spotting the fantastically-bodied naked woman, no more than 12 inches tall sitting in the middle of them.
"Sarah?" Jon gasped.
"Now tell me how to fix my age or you're going to be really, really sorry."
