Karyn sqeezed the stone as Jon made a desperate grab for it and failed as his outfit hampered his movements. "I wish Jon was in no pain but unable to move for a minute." Jon stopped writhing and fell onto the bed.
"Thanks, but..." he tried to move, to pull off the tight heels. "These things are gonna damage me permanently if I don't get them off right..."
"Oh, that's easy to fix." said Karyn. "I wish that Jon fit those clothes for the next five minutes."
"Oh sh.." Jon said as he morphed again. It was over in a second, and now he fit the clothes he wore, just right. "..it." The last syllable was in a different voice of course.
Karyn looked down at the girl on the bed. She was recognisably Jon, just smaller and more rounded in places, softer all over. Jon sighed. "Thanks, I think." He tried to move again but the minute specified in Karyn's first wish wasn't up yet. "What'll we do now though?"
Karyn thought for a moment, then smiled. Jon didn't like that smile.
"Remember you said "I wonder how you'll look in a rubber ball gown? Maybe with matching 8" spike heeled ballet shoes?" Well, I wondered the same about you. I wish you were dressed the way you wanted me to be."
Jon said "NO!" and nearly made it off the bed before the wish kicked in.
It was unfortunate for Jon that his thoughts about Karyn being dressed for the Prom were kinkier than she knew; things like a tight rubber corset, a discipline collar, and arm sleeve, ankle irons and such. What brought tears to his eyes though were the rubber panties with the two dildoes inside.
"WHOAAA!" said Jon as he collapsed twitching back onto the bed, legs kicking and chains rattling. The ballgown was straight (if that was the right word to use in the circumstances) out of Cinderella with a latex twist, all black with dark red accents; even the petticoats were shiny latex, Karyn noted. But why was Jon's girlish face all red?
