Playboy Bunny

Jon stared at his reflection. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only had the stone turned him into a *girl*, but it also made him a Playboy bunny! "What the hell?" he asked, with his new soprano voice. From out in the hall, he heard his mother calling for him, except she wasn't using his name. "Jenna? Are you up?" She knocked on his door. "What's *happening*?" Jon breathed to himself, as he hesitantly opened the door. "Oh, you *are* up," his mom said. She looked him up and down, then shook her head. "Honestly, I don't understand why you wanted to be a Playboy bunny. A girl *your* age should be doing other things." She sighed, then continued. "Anyway, I know you're going to be leaving on your trip soon. I just wanted to say I still love you ... no matter what kind of lifestyle you have." After she walked away, Jon immediately shut his door. What was this trip she was talking about? And more importantly, why did the stone turn him into a Playboy bunny? He didn't *wish* for that.