"I wish," Zoe said, "that we'll stay in each others bodies until I wish otherwise. Ha! Now you're the little sister. If you're nice, I might just let us turn back. After you've had your period, that is."
Oh fuck, Jon thought. Not only was he stuck as his 15 years old sister for an unknown amount of time, he was stuck as his 15 years old, menstruating sister. And Zoe had the stone.
"I can't...I can't go to the mall as you," she said, and ran back into the house. Her mother gave her a puzzled look as she went past her. "I reconsidered. I don't want to go the mall after all."
Zoe came in as Jon trampled up the stairs. "What did you say to her?" Deb asked accusingly.
"Nothing," Zoe replied. "She received an SMS, and suddenly just turned around. Well, if she's not going to the mall, I've got no business there either. I'll be in my room."
Zoe went up to Jon's room, only to find his sister there.
"Get out of my room," he said sternly, lifting the hand holding the magic stone, "Or I'll make you." Scared of what he'd might do, Jon left obediently. When she came to Zoe's room, she fell over on the bed and started crying.
Some time later, having calmed down, Jon just lay in the bed. She desperately needed to pee, but dreaded what she'd might find. But in the end, need overcame fear, and she inched her way towards the bedroom door. She looked out, didn't see anybody, and ran across the hall into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Walking towards the toilet, she tried to avoid looking in the mirror. She unzipped the skirt she was wearing and dragged it, the fishnet stockings and underwear down to her knees, and sat down, releasing a stream of liquid almost immediately.
When she finally opened her eyes, she was long done urinating. She looked at the thong, and found her fears confirmed. There was blood on it. Not much, but enough that she guessed her period had begun. Jon freaked out.
"Okay, okay, what am I supposed to do?" she thought. "Where does my sister, or for that matter, my mother, store her sanitary pads? Probably somewhere in her, Under the sink, maybe?" She stood up, was surprised by the wetness between her legs, and decided it was probably best to dry herself off first. She then proceeded to search the room.
"Ah, here they are. Wait, no, there's only tampons here. Tampons, tampons and tampons. Fuck! I don't, I really don't want to stick anything in there," she thought. Suddenly, there came a knock on the door.
"It's Jon. I heard you screaming, and wondered if you'd noticed something." Jon could hear Zoe chuckle.
"Please, Zoe, help me," Jon pleaded.
"I'm not Zoe, I'm Jon. Ask me again, with my name, and I'll consider it."
Jon really didn't like where this was going, but she was desperate.
"Okay, you win. Please, J...Jon, help me."
"Unlock the door, and I'll see what I can do."
Jon walked unsteadily over to the door, and let her brother in.
"Please, tell me where the sanitary pads are."
"Sanitary pads? There aren't any. Both you and mom use tampons." Zoe grinned as he saw the look on Jons face. "Anyways, here's what you do. First, you'll want to change your thong. I've got a clean one right here." Zoe threw it over to Jon. "Thought you'd might need it." Jon stared at the thong. It was very feminine, pink, with a logo in front saying "Hello Boys". The same slogan was written on the small triangle that was supposed to show up above the ass cheeks.
"You couldn't have chosen a less feminine pair, could you?" I asked sarcastically.
"No, I couldn't. I wanted you to wear the most feminine pair I've got. Just take them on. Now, take a tampon, unwrap it and make sure the end with the thread in it points downward. Sit down on the toilet, spread your legs, relax, and gently push it up inside you." Jon did, shakingly. The sensation of having something showed into herself was a cruel reminder of what she did not have, and for the second time today, she started crying. Jon hadn't cried for years. Zoe, on the other hand, just stood and laughed.
"I've been thinking. I don't want to come running every time you need to know something about being a girl. You should be able to do such things yourself. He stuck his hand in his pocket, and retrieved the stone. I wish that we both knew what the other knew, up until the swap, of course, and also that we had each others skills. Further, I wish that none of us would act in any way that would make people suspicious that something isn't normal. That includes you having to act as if you're Liams girlfriend," he remarked. "Oh, and one last thing. I wish that Jon would not be able to utter the words 'I wish' while being in contact with this stone, nor will she be able to tell anybody about it."
"Well," Zoe said, "I'll get back to my room now. It's getting late, and it's school tomorrow, so you should go to bed." He left. Some minutes later, Jon got up and did her nighttime routine, still sobbing. Wash away the makeup, which had run due to all the crying, brush her teeth and changing into her nightclothes. Having done it all, she went to bed.
