Waking as inconspicuous as he could with purple testicles, and his arms crossed to cover his massive nipples, he found a secluded pay phone.
After the four longest rings, of any telephone in history, Jon's Mom picks up. "Hello?"
" Mom?!?, what's going on, what happened?!?"
"Hello? Who is this?" She asked sounding a bit unsure.
"It's me Mom, Jon, what are you doing?!!"
"Oh Jon, you sound funny are you felling ok?"
Jon is tried to hold back the urge to yell. "I'm fine, what are you doing?"
Jon's Mom could obviously sense the tension on the other end of the phone. "I'm cleaning your room."
"Shit, aaa Mom were is the stone Grandpa gave me?!?"
"It's in my hand right now, why?"
Jon started to get a bit irate. "You didn't happen to wish for anything did you! Well did you?!?!"
"Well let me see hmm.?"
Jon , was unable to hold back the anger. "Mom! I need to know!"
"Yes, Yes! .calm down, Karyn called asking for you, and I commented to myself on how polite see was!"
"What the hell did you say!"
"I said I wish you were a little more like Karyn!"
"WHAT!" Jon leans up against the phone gasping for air. "You whi .Karyn "
"Jon I wish you would slow down, what is happing to you?" "All I said was I wish you were a little more like Karyn!"
Regaining control of his breath Jon forced out. "STOP!" "You just said it two more times!"
"Said what?" "That I said I wish you were more like Karyn"
"Yes, No! Stop! Please!"
"Jon what is wrong with you, you are being totally rude, I'm going to hang up now." Click
Jon's Mom put down the receiver still holding the stone, and resumes cleaning.
"I swear young men these days, have no respect"
She thought to herself how nice Karyn is, and how lovely she looks with that long blond hair. Coming to the conclusion that even if Kayrn isn't perfect she unknowing though out loud.
"Well girls certainly are better behaved, I wouldn't have minded having a daughter."
"Sometimes I wish Jon was a lovely young girl like Karyn."
"Or at least I wish he would act like himself."
" I don't know were he gets off with that attitude, its so unlike him."
She then places the stone on the kichen counter and then heads out to the store. Meanwhile Jon dashes back to the men's restroom, locking himself in once more. The words his mother carelessly said over the phone still swimming in his mind. The process was probly going to happen slowly now, thanks to her poor wording, Jon thought.
"Damit, she only said she wished I was a little more like Karyn at least a dozen times!"
"How much more am I going to change, and who knows what else she said!"
Just then the dreaded pain, and numbness returned. Jon new what was slowly going to happen to him.
