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.
He was trying to figure out what to do when he heard someone screaming. "What the fuck?!" He rushed out of the room to the source of the noise, pulling open a door and found a lanky boy staring at himself in the mirror.
Jon stared at him for a moment before it hit him. "Zoe?" He asked, cautiously.
He stared back. "Jon?"
