Stone Swap

"Give me the stone," Sam said. "You know what to wish for?" Jen asked. "This is the one thing I know for sure. I've had a lot of time to think about it." Jen shrugged and gave the stone to Sam, who immediately began his wish. "I wish I was sixteen years old and ..." Suddenly, he got a pounding headache. *No! Not **now**!* he thought. The stone glowed, granting his unfinished wish, which caused him to become a teenager again. But he was still a muscular gay boy who apparently had a great singing voice. "Sam, what's wrong? What did your stone do?" This grabbed Sam's attention. "*My* stone?" "Yeah. Didn't you say you inherited it from your grandfather?" Jen asked. Sam slumped. He had just swapped ownership of the stone. But then he sat up a bit. Maybe this was a good thing. If the stone was his, then he wouldn't have to run to Jen whenever he had a problem. But then again, if the stone belonged to Sam, did that mean that Sam and Jen switched families? Because Sam knew for a fact that both his grandfathers were still alive.