Jon grabbed his purse and rushed towards the door as fast as he could, not noticing the way that his skirt was lengthening around his legs, melting together with his top to form a pink housedress.
He once again cursed the stupid wish that had left him with long blonde hair and giant breasts - his bra forcing them into big perky cones that impressively tented the front of his otherwise conservative outfit.
He minced as fast as he could in his pink heels, his generous rump swaying unconsciously with is every little step, imparting a little twirl to his ankle-length skirt and causing it to raise up enough to give a little flash of his frilly petticoat and shapely nylon-covered legs.
He had to find the stone before anyone changed anything!
