' ' ' The rock flashed again and when thier eyes refocused Karen's
height had increaded by a good seven inches, he was now half a head taller
then Jon. Karen's hands were bigger, his body shape is more' square
up and his breasts stayed the same size (remember, no contradicting earlier
wishes!) but looked smaller on his bigger frame with broader shoulders. Karen's
hair became a wig and his nose was bigger.
' ' ' "Jon, you turned me into a freak!" Karen's voice sounded
completely different. A husky contralto.
' ' ' "Yeah, well you turned me into a freak first."
' ' ' Karen used his now superior strength to grab the rock
out of Jon's hands.
' ' ' "Well, now I wish you were a transsexual for SIX hours!"
Karen smiled.
' ' ' Jon's face twisted in shock. The pair fell to the floor,
but Jon was able to grab the rock just long enough to make a wish.
' ' ' "I wish you were a transsexual for six hours!"
' ' ' Blame the traces of testosterone in Karen's system, but
this pissed her off. She elbowed Jon in the chest. Causing her to yelp in
pain.
' ' ' "I wish you were transsexual as long a I am a transsexual,
you will be a transsexual!"
' ' ' Jon was about to grab the rock again and make a wish,
when he stopped. Not able to think of a good comeback.
' ' ' "Touche."
' ' ' They calmed down and they sat on the edge of the bed on
the other side of the room.
' ' ' "Well, we're stuck like this for six hours eh?" Karen
asked as he straightened his wig.
' ' ' "Looks that way." Jon replied, still massaging her sore
boob.
' ' ' "Uhm, you wanna... fool around? Test out the new equipment?"
Karen leered at Jon.
' ' ' "Oh, no way, gross!" Jon cringed as she instinctively
covered her groin with her hands. "Wait, why am I still attracted to girls?
Since I... am one now."
' ' ' "Well," Karen mused, "During my reading, I found that
while there are vastly more transsexual men than women, transsexual men are
more likely to remain attracted to women. While transsexual girls want to
express thier masculinity and are almost exclusively lesbian."
' ' ' Suddenly, Jon's cell phone started ringing from inside
her pocket. She picked it up and answered.
' ' ' "Hello?" she chirped before droping her voice to a lower
register, "I mean, Yo."
' ' ' "Oh, hi mom. What? But I-- Okay, okay. Fine!"
' ' ' Jon turned off the phone and put it back in her pocket.
' ' ' "Your mom?" Karen asked.
' ' ' "Yeah, we have to go pick up my sister, Zoe, she's at
the mall."
' ' ' Jon gets up to head toward the door.
' ' ' "We can't go to the mall, not like this." Karen gestured
toward himself.
' ' ' "I have to. Or my mom will kill me." Jon turned to go,
but then turned back again. "Are you sure you don't want to come with me,
you really don't look bad."
' ' ' "Really?"
' ' ' "Yeah, no one's going to notice."
' ' ' Karen got up to join Jon. "Well, I admit, you look almost
normal."
' ' ' "Really?"
' ' ' "No."
' ' ' "Come on, let's get goin' you big queen." Jon said as
she slapped Karen's butt.
