His feet pulled him toward the hall. At first, he panicked, but remembered he wished to be able to end the wish with another one.
If only I could get the stone... Mikey thought the moment he passed by his room, seeing it lying on his nightstand.
At first, he thought he would end in his sister clothes, or worse, in his mother's. He didn't want to wear neither of them, but that would mean he would be closer to the stone to fix all of this. Sure enough, he turned into his parents' room, and thought for a moment that maybe, maybe, he'd be donning his father's clothes. He didn't want to be married to his mom but it was better than being his mom and being married to his dad.
He screamed inside as he opened a drawer and pulled out a lacy black bra and panties, putting them on the bed and moving on to the closet where his body chose a fancy knee-length black skirt and white top he'd last seen his mother wearing just last weekend when she and Dad went out dancing. Just when he thought he was finished, he went back to the closet and took out a pair of high heels. He began removing his clothes, dumping them on the floor, and slid her oversized panties up his legs where they somehow stayed, clinging to his waist and hips, followed by the bra which seemed to cling to his skin as well.
The skirt was next, coming down to his ankles, and the top almost to his knees. After slipping into the heels which he suddenly knew were called pumps, he regained control of his body. As soon as he did, he felt it shifting very subtly, changing, only able to do so because he'd heard the wish. He ran into his room, justifying it in his mom's viewpoint as going to clean it, and picked up the rock. Only when he stopped running did he realize how little trouble he'd had running in the heels. Shaking his head to clear those thoughts, he said, "I wish I was in my own clothes and would stop changing!"
He closed his eyes and rubbed at them, opening them up a moment later to see... that little had changed. He was still in his mom's clothes, but he didn't feel the slow and uncomfortable changes going on in his body anymore. His mother's mind was no longer trying to impose itself on him, but he knew somehow that his mind was now a mixture of his own and hers. Feeling his body up and down, he thought that he'd gained maybe an inch of height, his short, dark brown hair was a shade lighter and he had bangs just on the very upper edge of his sight, and. He stopped, mouth dropping open in shock. His winky was gone. His winky was gone!
Mikey pulled up his skirt and reached a hand with normal, unchewed nails down his panties, tears springing to his eyes as he felt a bit of hair, and reaching lower to touch the lips of something he hadn't had two minutes before. His body had chosen that to change first, and almost immediately. He began to cry, cursing himself for ever having used the stone on such a stupid wish.
