"YOU'RE CRAZY!" You scream out, "You kidnap me, after I find some costume jewelry, feed me a story right out of twilight zone, and you expect
me to agree to a sex change operation and let myself be 'adopted' by a man who ordered my kidnapping and who I've known for two minutes-
?!"
"If I wanted your ring. I could have just killed you with a hired sniper and taken it off your finger. I wanted that ring for myself, but my wife
wants a child. And adopt for a man of my position is . . . complicated."
"And how did you even know where this ring is if it was in the middle of the park where anyone could have found it-?!"
"These rings have a way of leading their masters to each other. I have no idea what happened to the age ring's last owner."
"And what happened to the owners of those two on your finger? If I even believed your crazy story?"
"Would you believe me if I said they died of old age and left them to me their will?"
"No I wouldn't."
"Maybe it'll help if I show you what these rings can do." He took out a cell phone and began to speak, "Jack, come in here please."
"Sir Boss!"
A man in a very cheap business suit and sun glasses came into the room, you don't see how, but you do hear a door open and close.
The man had to be in his twenties.
"Jack, losen the hand with the ring on it."
"What boss?"
"Just do it."
" . . . yes sir."
The man does so, your arm is free enough to point, but you can't really reach anything.
"Now. Just think of an age while pointing the ring at Jack here."
"WHAT?" Jack exclaimed.
You decide to play along and point the ring at Jack and think 'ten years old.' Immediately the man in the cheap business suit shrink down
before your eyes, his figure become rounder, and his face now had freckles and his hair turned lighter. His clothed no longer fit Jack at all. They
were like a tent.
'This is insane. Am I delusional?' You wondered.
The man in his forties pointed his hand at now ten year old Jack . . . Jack tired to run . . . but tripped as new changes came, and his hair turned
completely blond and became much longer and lost a few inches in height and his screaming voice become even higher! It was hard to tell at
this age, but you could almost swear he was now a girl! Jack now tripped over her own two feet, and fell flat on her face. She began to sniff
tears, but just as suddenly as the first two changes, her tears stopped and she turned silent, and like a mime she stood up and assumed what
could be described almost as a prancing pose as her flesh, hair, eyes, everything turned to gray veined white marble, a stereotypical Greek
column base appeared underneath her the business clothes still hanging on her as a plaque appeared that read 'Example One: Little Girl
Playing.'
The man in the forties then said, "Now do you believe me?"