At least Jon thought he was growing. For a second. Then he realized the room was growing, and he was getting smaller. Moments later, his legs gave way and he flopped to the ground where he watched helplessly as the transformation continued. The rock had fallen out of his now tiny hands when he had fallen and he was having trouble turning his head to see where it had gone. His clothes became soft, fuzzy, and yellow as they turned into a jumper. His little legs were pushed apart slightly as his underwear became a thick diaper.
The room changed around him into one appropriate for a baby. His desk became a changing table, his bed a crib. The walls were colored with crazy clowns.
"Jonnie, there you are!" he heard a familiar voice exclaim from the doorway. His head felt too heavy to turn enough so he could see who was speaking. "Why are you on the ground? Mommy's been looking for you!" This time the voice was right over top his head. As he was lifted from the floor, he got a good look at the person picking him up, and his heart skipped a beat...
What had the stone done to him THIS time?
