But You Can't Be Pregnant, Can You?

Jon was standing in front of a mirror, quietly crying. He didn't appear to be physically different. "What's wrong, Honey?" Sherry asked. "I'm pregnant, Mom," wailed Jon. "When you made your wish to be more like you, it decided to make me pregnant. I have a uterus, Mom, and there's a *baby* growing inside me now. I don't *want* to be a teenage mother." Jon broke down and started sobbing. Sherry was stunned. *Pregnant?* she thought. "But I only wanted you to be more like me in one way. If the stone stone made you pregnant, and you're like me, then that means... Oh, God." "You're pregnant *too*, Mom?" cried Jon. "What are we going to do? *Two* babies at one time? And I can't *give* birth, Mom. I only have a uterus, I don't have a vagina. What happens when I go into labor?" By this time, Sherry was sitting down. It was true that she had been having lots of sex with her husband lately, but she didn't think that she could be pregnant. She hadn't hit menopause yet, but it seemed so unlikely. And then, there was Jon. "I suppose you'll have to have a C-section. And with a baby of my own, I could take care of her once they're both born. Don't worry. We'll get through this." Jon sat down next to his mother and began crying on her shoulder. *I'm going to have another baby,* thought Sherry. *My* son's *going to have a baby. What are we going to do.*