I gasped as I changed for the third time in just over an hour. The first time I had become a red-headed centerfold model, shorter than Karyn. Then I had changed back into myself. Now I found myself eye-to-eye with Karyn, who returned my glare with a triumphant grin.
"It worked!" she said gleefully. "You naughty boy, you wanted me, didn't you? Well now look at you!"
She turned me around to face the mirror once more. By now I knew what to expect, but it was still a shock. Two Karyns were in the mirror. The one in front looked distracted and pensive, and was dressed in clothes that were ripped at the seams and falling off of her. The other was dressed more normally and seemed giddily happy.
"This is exactly what I meant, Karyn," I said, watching this latest version of me in the mirror. "That rock is dangerous and we have to be careful with it. I mean, look at me!"
Karyn kissed me on the cheek and hugged me from behind. "Oh I am looking, trust me. It's so neat, like finding a long lost sister. Kind of kinky too..." she mused.
I raised an eyebrow at her reflection, then sighed at how cute that expression was on my new face. "So? Are you saying you like me better this way?"
Karyn cupped one of my new breasts through my new bra, making me shudder. Mostly they just felt like any other part of me (though a very jiggly part), but when her thumb brushed my nipple it sent warm shivers down my spine. My male nipples never did that!
"Let's just say I have an open mind. The fact that it's you in there is what makes it interesting. Imagine, a boy in my body -- especially my new body with bigger tits and long blonde hair. Mmmmm...." Her hands wandered, touching me here and there, making it hard for me to concentrate on being mad at her. "Doesn't that turn you on?"
I moaned lightly and pushed away from her. "That's it, isn't it? The transformation itself is what excites you!"
She nodded. "Yes! Of course, the fact that my oldest male friend now has nice soft boobs and a warm little pussy is a turn-on too. Makes me wonder about some of the other kinds of changes we could try...other races, gender, age, morphic or animals, mental alterations...." Karyn looked thoughtfully at the wishing rock, lying on her nightstand.
I sighed as I realized I had very little chance of stopping her from wishing again!
