As fun as this was - a thought that made Sherry feel terrible, though it was true - she thought it might be best to just end it. Sherry sat on her bed with the stone in her hand, playing with it, and finally said, "I wish that my wish previous to this one would come to its end in the next thirty seconds."
With that, she blinked several times as if to clear her sight, and forced herself to sit patiently on the bed for what her racing mind thought was thirty seconds. What if it makes him completely like me? Will I have a twin sister, or will I have given birth to myself? She shuddered, and stood up, getting ready to walk out to find Jon. Before she could get to the door, however, it burst open, and a disconcerting mirror of herself came through. Her copy looked close to tears. Do I really look like that when I'm crying?
Sherry squelched this thought, addressing her double which was surely her son, "Jon?"
Her double nodded, miserable. "I'm your twin sister. Mikey already called me Aunt Mary on the way here," she wailed, stepping forward to envelop Sherry in a hug she tried hard not to resist.
"It'll be okay, honey," Sherry said, hugging back and running a hand through her new sister's hair as she herself liked having done. It calmed her, and seemed to have the same effect on Mary.
"N-no it won't, but... thanks, Mom..." she heard Mary say, and just began to rock back and forth, not bothering to correct her. Sherry didn't trust her own voice not to tremble right now.
