Jon sighed, staring at his reflection in the mirror. At the moment he didn't look very different, with just the long feminine hair, and subtly different face and coloring. But he knew that would change soon enough. And now he couldn't even talk without reminding himself of what was happening to him. The sound of his mother's voice coming out of his mouth was one of the most disorienting things he'd ever experienced.
He had hardly believed the school nurse when she told him he had come down with the transformation virus yesterday. Sensitive members of the population were incredibly rare, especially since transformed victims could no longer pass on the disease. And it only got worse, not only was he one of the less than one percent of the population that was vulnerable, and the first person to contract it in town, but he was also going to be the very first recorded person to transform into a relative. And he was going to be his mother of all people! It was all way too much, as if someone were out to get him.
He remembered the doctors saying something about his mom being an immune carrier or something, but he had actually spent that whole day in a daze. The doctors had examined him, given him a few tests and a psychiatric evaluation, talked to his mother alone for awhile, and then sent them home, his mother's arms full of pamphlets and reading on the disease. There was no cure for the TF virus.
He had been sitting silently in his room ever since lunch. His mom out doing God knows what. Not that he minded. Even looking at her reminded him of his future.
Of course, the stone had dissappeared. He had torn the house apart looking for it earlier, and he'd had no luck. He couldn't bring himself to go out in public like this to look for it, so he waited here.
Jon jumped as the phone rang, breaking the quiet and startling him. Automatically, he picked it up. It was...
