He walked into an apartment building. He'd passed by it, but never entered, but the building door gave no resistance, nor did the door to Apartment 2B.
He looked around. It was a small one-bedroom with a combined living room and kitchen, and a separate bedroom.
Jon entered the bedroom as if he owned it. He felt dizzy and confused, but he had this odd feeling of ownership as he entered. As if it was all right.
He dropped the towel and slipped to the underwear drawer. He slipped on a pair of panties. As they slid into place, the flesh under them expanded and shifted, the bone structure sliding until they fit snugly on increasingly feminine hips.
Jon felt numb and confused. Part of him knew that this wasn't right, but another part told him it was normal that a pair of underwear had just given him a vagina, that maybe he was supposed to have one.
He found a bra in the closet, and, realizing what would happen, tried to resist. But ultimately, he realized it was futile. The bra slipped on, and more flesh appeared, filling it out.
Piece by piece, he donned a skirt and a top, combed out growing hair, and put on makeup and even perfume. He felt less and less Jon-like with every moment. Looking in the mirror, aside from some parts of the face, there was very little Jon-like about the mature twenty-something woman who looked back at him.
She found a purse and slung it over her shoulder, completing the ensemble, and suddenly blinked, released from her enslavement to the terms of the wish.
But a new enslavement came. That of obligation. She knew she had to get to her job, even though she was aware it hadn't been her responsibility till then.
Lydia Warren, Mikey's teacher, was out for her morning jog. The morning was perfect, not too hot, not too cold, a nice breeze that she reveled in. Suddenly, without warning, something happened in her focus. She lost track of what she was doing. Something felt wrong.
She stopped her jog, and shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. Suddenly, with absolute clarity, she turned up the sidewalk to the nearest house and walked in as if she owned the place, unsure of what she was doing and unable to stop. Inside was a family eating breakfast. They didn't look up at Lydia, who passed by the dining room on her way to the bedrooms, where she knew something awaited her.
In the hallway, she pushed open the door to one of the rooms and saw...
