Staring back at him from the mirror was a rather plain, yet pleasant looking stranger. A female stranger. She looked to be a teenager, about the same age or a bit older than him, and the face was certainly his, but the long hair wasn't neither were the average and rather, in his opinion, unimpressively sized breasts. They were a lot like Karyn's...before she made her unfortunate wish.
If his wish for something interesting to happen was to wake up a strange girl...why not a supermodel, or someone rich and famous? He'd even settle for waking up as a cheerleader, but this girl seemed average. Computer on desk, dresser, posters of inspirational women. He rifled through her drawers. She didn't have anything slutty, and she had more skirts than pants.
The stone was nowhere to be found. He hoped that, even if he was different, it was still in his bedroom at home, and he could fix this.
Amy sat up in bed as an alarm blared. The alarm was temporarily blared out by the sound of her screaming as she realized it wasn't her bed, or her alarm clock. The screaming grew louder as she realized it wasn't her scream, and when she realized it wasn't her body...or it was a male version of her body, she fainted dead away.
