Jon woke up to the sound of his alarm beeping. Yawning he reached over and smacked the snooze button, knocking the clock to the floor, sending the batteries shooting off across the room.
"phew, just a dream" he thought, tossing the bedsheets aside and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
Sitting up, Jon yawned again, stretching his arms above his head. Lowering his arms and slouching down he rubbed his eyes, then went about his morning ritual, slipping his hand under the waistband of his boxers.
Quickly Jon had a problem, he couldn't find his penis!
Pulling his hand out of his underpants he stared down at his crotch. Staring back was his boxers, now fitting snug to him, the button fly missing, the front sitting flat against his nether region.
Jumping up to his feet while sliding down the boxers he felt a pull to his chest.
"oh shit" he mumbled, noticing the two mounds of flesh pushing out the front of his vest.
Hooking his fingers behind the collar of the vest he tried to yank it over his head, only to have it awkwardly crush his new assets. Fumbling he grabbed the bottom of the vest and slid it up over his head, letting his new breasts bounce in the open air.
Jon stared down in disbelief, "what the actual fuck..." he mumbled, tentatively he reached a hand up and poked one of the orbs on his chest, the sensation confirming that they were indeed real.
He hastily turned his attention back to his first issue, the boxers now lay tangled at his feet, and looking down at his crotch, past his new perky assets, he saw the area of shaven skin reaching between his legs.
Spreading his legs slightly he leant forward, feeling the pull from the weights on his chest he looked between his legs, catching sight of the soft vertical lips of his vagina.
"fuck" he whispered, rushing over to his desk and reaching for the small wooden box that contained the stone. Grasping his hand on the box he lifted it, finding it slip from his fingers, not budging from the surface.
Trying again, he found he couldn't move the box, or even open it for that matter. "oh fuck, oh fuck" he panicked, noticing a small post-it note sat next to the box.
Try again in a month.
Wouldn't be interesting if
you could wish it away,
would it ; )
"I'm doomed" he sighed.
