Timmy headed home with his newfound purchase. It seems Mark gave up on locating him; as no signs show of his presence.
Along the way, something bothered Timmy. It was like the necklace was calling him out, asking him to wear it. He pulled the box out and withdrew the necklace. There it was, shining unnaturally as it did. Almost without conscious thought, he slipped the necklace onto his neck. "Now everybody would mistake me for my sister," he groaned, yet refusing to take off the necklace. He placed the box back into his pack and continued home.
He arrived to a deserted house. It seems everyone was out and about; given the time it was possible he missed out on a dinner outing. His family probably wouldn't be home for a long while. He went to his room to set his pack down and made to the kitchen to cook something quick. Along the path, he passed his sister's room. Remembering what the woman said of the necklace, he laughed to himself, thinking this would be a good excuse to venture in.
His sister's room was scattered and messy. Yet another reason they were often mistaken for each other; they were twins down to the persona traits, and as cluttered as his room got, her room moved to match. He strolled about, spotting a small bra on the floor. Often they would walk in on each other in rather embarrassing states, so seeing something as innocuous as a bra ceased to faze him past his initial trigger into puberty. He picked up the bra and took a look at the size. '32B' it read. He tossed the bra aside, laughing inside a bit. Somehow, it amused him, but he couldn't discern why. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, the jewel's light that had so previously intrigued him slowly faded to black. With some feeling in him satisfied, he continued his trip to the kitchen, pulled out an insta-dinner (Pasta Alfredo, now with chicken!) and retired for the night.
In his dream, he was washed with waves of pleasure. As a child, Timmy always wanted to surf, but never had the balance for it. At age eight, just a few years ago, he was involved in a near fatal accident that caused him to leave the profession, in fear of repeating the incident, though with a much more grim result. However, in his dream, he was taking on the biggest wave, surrounded by his comrades, with the most glorious of ease. Running the barrel, riding the lip, climbing up 15 feet of air, all of it was within his grasp. When he reached the shore, him and his buddies celebrated with a grand feast, and his girlfriend of long standing was eager to see him again, and that night was filled with sweet, sweet love.
At least, that's how he rationalized it. What was really taking place was a transformation of high magnitude, and the resulting change exhibited a pleasant vibe to help facilitate the transformation.