"Hmm?" Joan suddenly realised what she'd been doing and quickly stammered, "Oh no son, no I wasn't. I just lost my concentration there for a second."
She took the basket from him and went into the utility room. Jon sat on the sofa with Karyn and turned up the volume on the TV.
"Did you see Mom withy the wishing rock earlier?" Jon whispered in Karyn's ear.
"No Jon, but I think she already knows about your secret," Karyn replied in hushed tones.
"Which secret?"
"I think she noticed your tongue piercing already!"
"Uh oh," Jon's heart quickened.
He and Karyn had hit the mall on their way home today specifically to get his tongue pierced. Fortunately Jojn and Karyn are in the habit of loitering on their way back from school, so they had time to rush to the mall and back without seeming suspicious. He hadn't intended to tell his mom about it until the wound had healed and he could take the bar out whenever he wanted, and maybe not even then. After all he could take it out whenever she was around so she would never find out. Jon couldn't believe he'd been sussed out on the first day! Less than an hour since he got the piercing, even!
"I can't believe it," he moaned. "She takes one look at me and spots what's changed right away!"
So that's probably why she looked at me weird when we got back in, Jon thought. She probably didn't make a wish at all. I mean just look at me, there's nothing unusual with how I look today!
Joan continued to stare at her son as she loaded the washing machine. She couldn't believe how unusual he looked today! As he slouched in the chair next to Karyn, two huge mounds of titflesh rode high on his chest. The top that Karyn mentioned was new, at least new to Joan. It was a very feminine, form-fitting long-sleeved top that pushed Jon's large breasts together and made them look rounder in shape. It had a plunging neckline that flaunted his impressive cleavage.
As Joan noticed she could see the shape of bra straps under Jon's top, at the same she felt something silky among Jon's laundry. She looked back a the basket she was emptying into the washing machine, she pulled the curious item from the heap of clothes and gasped! It was her son's bra!
Her curiosity immediately got the better of her and she examined the label. She dropped the brain shock. Jon was a 38HH!!
It was all too much for Joan to handle. Suddenly her son had female breasts, that was bad enough, but he was larger than his own mother, much larger! She'd been washing his unmentionables for 16 years, but just touching that huge lacy bra in the boy's laundry freaked her out!
How had this happened? Joan could only recall the off-the-cuff remark she'd made to herslef earlier, when she'd been tidying her son's room and found his box of dirty magazines, but she wasn't serious! How had it come to be reality? Has she made it reality? Then how, and how could she change it back? Frightened tears rolled down her cheeks as knelt on the floor, put her head in her hands and sobbed.
"Mom," Jon said as he entered the room, "are you okay?"
Joan looked up at her son, but couldn't bring herself to even glance at his chest and so didn't get as far as looking him in the eyes.
"Are you okay?" he repeated. "What's the matter?"
