The Change

I had recently seen a rerun of "The 5th Element" on TV and realized how Mila Jovavich was one of the most unique women I've seen.
"Turn me into Mila Jovavich." I said, almost feeling embarrased by the strangeness of what I just said. Chad nodded his head in comfirmation as he took a bong hit. Julie smiled a bit and asked me if I was sure. I gave her the go ahead.
"Okay, here goes nothing. I wish that John was Mila Jovavich." Time seemed to slow down as she said it. My anticipation was overwhelming and her every word seemed to take an hour. I wasn't sure what to expect, and I was actually very nervous. Then the flash of light came and everything went tingly. I closed my eyes from the feelings that ran through me. It was almost as if I had lost consiousness as the wish took effect. As reality hit me, I immediatly knew the wish had worked. Julie and Chad were staring at me with a look of disbelief. But that wasn't the biggest tip off that I got. Everything felt differant. I immediatly noticed how my teeth felt differant in my mouth. The hair on my shoulders felt foreign, and the fact that I didn't have a hair on my body below my head was also strangly notible. But one of the biggest differances was my crotch. I didn't feel the usual testicles and penis. I felt nothing touching my thighs, as my familiar package does. Actually, I felt a very sensative silk on a very sensative spot, which was most unusual. When I snapped out of these strange feelings, I observed my body. I was wearing a thigh lengthed black skirt, with what if felt like, thigh hight black pantyhose. I had on black buckeld shoes and a silky tube top. I look at my dainty, feminine hands and my hairless, nylon covered legs. I reached up and touched my soft face and grabbed my breast. I was just about to start exploring my new chest, when Julie cut in.
"Jesus Christ, it worked! You are fucking Mila Jovavich! Don't start touching yourself right here!" She said with excitement.
"This is so crazy! Go check yourself out in the mirror!" Chad added. That was a great idea. As I stood up, I noticed how differant I felt. My center of gravity seemed lower and the way my body bent as I got up felt so odd. The weight and appearance of breasts on me also made of feel strange. I then realized I hadn't said a word.
"I..." the high pitched voice almost choked me as I spoke with it, "I feel very strange." I managed to get out. It was probably the strangest of all speaking in someone elses voice. Especially a girls.
I made my way awkwardly down the hallway and into the bathroom. The first time I glimpsed myself in the mirror was shocking to say the least. I was Mila Jovavich. And Mila Jovavich was downright hot. Out of instinct, I pulled my skirt down and exposed my silk, black panties. They were suprisingly comfortable. I pulled them down to expose my vagina. MY vagina. This was too strange. I touched it in differant areas and explored it, trying to become familiar with it. It was such a strange experience, I still can't explain it in words. Just as I started to get comfortable with staring at Mila Jovavich as my reflection, I heard a shout from the main room. Its never good if you hear Chad yell "Noooooooo!".....