(apologies to DeepFried, who I stole the start of this from)
Back in his bedroom, Jon held the rock up before him and spoke clearly into it, "I wish I had a sexy girlfriend who shared my bed every night."
A pair of delicate hands reached around Jon's head from behind and covered his eyes. Jon heard a voice, a sultry, female voice that sounded like mischief and oozed sex, coo in his ear, "Guess who?"
Jon replied with absolute honesty, "I don't know, who?"
The voice giggled and Jon felt a kiss on the back of his neck. "It's your girlfriend Lola, you silly handsome boy."
Jon turned immediately and briefly saw a girl before her lips dived on to his. Then all he could see were waves of her thick, sweet-smelling red hair. They kissed passionately for a few minutes. Afterwards, Jon was able to take in more of Lola's beauty.
She was the same age as Jon and just a little shorter than him, slim-waisted but with wide hips and a large, round bottom. She had big, beautiful breasts that completed her voluptuous curves. Her eyes were green and her hair was a seep, rich red that fell in waves down to the middle of her back. She wore sexy black underwear that contrasted well with her pale skin, though she liked to wear Jon's clothes more than her own.
She was perfect.
As Jon stroked her full breasts, Lola giggled and reminded Jon that they should probably get ready for school. Jon protested until Lola promised him that after school they'd definitely have time for fondling and more. Jon kissed her again and they got dressed quickly and headed downstairs for breakfast.
His mother had just come out of the kitchen, where she had been making breakfast, as usual. "Good morning, Jon," she said. "Good morning, Lola."
"Good morning," said Jon. Lola said "Good morning" too. It was obvious that Jon's mother was completely familiar with Lola's presence. But would his mother really let him keep a girl overnight in his room to have sex with? She wouldn't be happy with it, Jon knew. She might not even be happy with it now; the whole situation was so strange that Jon could hardly notice if his mother was hiding some kind of anger.
As they walked to school, Jon wondered. "Lola?"
"Yes, love?"
"I was wondering. Do you really exist?"
"I don't understand."
"You see," explained Jon, "if you're my age and you live around here, you should go to school. But I haven't even heard of you before yesterday. It's not as if you're someone I already know who just fell in love with me."
"Jon?" said Lola.
"Yeah?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. Why not forget it?" She clung to Jon's side and planted a kiss on his face.
"I can't," said Jon. "I just can't... Oh, how I'd like this to be real, but I need to know just what I did with that stone. I didn't tell you about the stone, did I?"
"No..."
"Well, er... never mind for now, okay?" Jon looked at her. She was so beautiful, and she was all his. But where did she come from? Was she someone else magically made to fall in love with him, and did that make Jon a rapist? Was she someone else, transformed? Did she just pop into existence from nowhere... and if so, does she remember coming from somewhere that might be outside the range of the stone and not even exist? Or was she magically slipped into a family who used to have one less child? Might she be a girl from a strange place like in anime, the kind who comes from another planet or some magical realm and always has an excuse to live in the main guy's house? But Lola showed no signs of flying or other strange powers.
Jon had an idea. "Lola, tell me about your life."
"You're teasing me! You know I don't really remember much, Jon."
Even the cuteness of her puzzled expression--like every other expression she made--couldn't dispel Jon's worries. But soon he realized that just because she didn't remember much of her life meant not.
He'd have to talk it over with Karyn. Or... what if Lola was Karyn? Transformed somehow? The stone certainly wouldn't need to reverse the breast wish to... No, wait. It couldn't reverse Karyn's blonde hair wish. Whew.
"This is about where I usually meet Karyn," said Jon, stopping by a park just a few blocks from the school. But Lola had already stopped. She must know Karyn... of course, she would.
When Karyn approached Jon waved. "Hi!" he said. "Karyn, I assume you know Lola, but... we need to talk..."
