Mikey looked down at his hands, which were now completely feminine. He panicked, trying to flee the office, but was stopped by a quick command from June.
Mikey could only watched as he continued to grow, until he was only inch or two shorter than June herself was. He looked down, and realized that even his clothes were changing. His pants melded together, sneaking up his his legs to reveal them to be long and hairless. His shirt morphed, tightening around him. The neckline plunged, and if Mikey had cleavage (which he dread he might soon would), they would have been quite revealed right now. His sneakers twisted themselves, their backs growing higher and higher until they were seven inch heels, pointing his now petite feet at an absurd angle, like a ballerina.
Mikey felt a tickling down the back of his neck as he felt his hair flow down, quickly reaching and passing his shoulders by. He gave a squeal, then another upon realizing his voice had now cracked to a pitch even higher than his previous boyish one.
"May I-May I go to the bathroom?" Mikey stuttered, his voice growing more feminine with each syllable. June Casey gave a look, then allowed Mikey to use hers. Mikey quickly shut and locked the door, as the feelings of change became more intense. He collapsed to the floor, his body now convulsing under the wish's power. Mickey closed his eyes, as he felt the metamorphosis consume his clothing, his body, his mind-
