Jon sighed to himself. He couldn't let this new development interfere with his resolve to be nice to Zoe. "A couple stray thoughts crossed my mind," he admitted. "I gave you bigger boobs and longer, naturally black hair."
Zoe looked confused. "But I've always had --"
Jon interrupted. "Remember, the rock changed reality, and it looks like my power does too. Hang on a second." He thought about Zoe remembering the way she'd looked 45 seconds ago, and he could tell it worked when her eyes went wide and she started feeling her breasts as best she could through her corset top.
"Jon, this is amazing," she said. "It's like I can see two pasts at once. But it's -- I mean, I feel like this is right for me, that I got into the Goth lifestyle because my big boobs kind of made me an outcast after they developed, and it's only recently that I've gotten to like them, but now I know they're not right, that I'm supposed to stand out less --" She looked her brother in the eyes and said with a smile, "But, Jon, I want to stand out."
"Apparently, I can do anything you want," said Jon. "So what else do you want me to change?"
Zoe asked, "Got a pen and paper handy?"
