Jonni groaned as she realized she had changed herself again. At least she thought she had; she was not sure because nothing felt wrong with her. She looked down at herself and saw a gorgeous female body, athletic and yet lush, barely concealed by a short pink robe. Her legs and arms were smoothly muscled and perfectly tanned. Tons of honey blonde curls cascaded over her shoulders and pooled atop the shelf formed by her large firm breasts. Her nipples were hard in the cool morning air and tenting the fabric of her robe.
Jonni blinked and pursed her lips in confusion. She knew she should be a boy named Jon, and that she had not had magnificent breasts or a glorious mane of hair or such long legs a moment ago, but she just felt...normal. Well, a bit sleepy still and definitely in need of makeup, but otherwise normal.
She absently twirled a strand of hair with a perfectly manicured finger while she thought about it. She had wished to be a cheerleader, and after a lot of thought she realized that being a cheerleader was more than just being female. It meant being able to do cheers and dancing and acting like a cheerleader should act, so the stone had done more than just give her a sexy body.
She grinned with pride as she worked out what had happened. She knew that she was not quite as sharp as Jon was, but she told herself she was plenty smart.
"Jonni, honey, you better get dressed. You girls have a photo session downtown today," said her mom from the other room.
"OK, mom," said Jonni in a clear soprano. She had a wonderful singing voice, and that combined with her sexy All-American looks had helped her start a fledgling modeling career that had led to her current job as a cheerleader for her city's NFL team.
That confused her for a moment. Jon had still been in high school, but Jonni was nearly twenty-one and had passed on college to pursue modeling. Why had the wish made her older, instead of just making her a high school cheerleader? Jonni bit her lip in thought, not realizing how sexy the expression was on her new face. She finally shrugged and went upstairs to get dressed for her photo shoot, the rock all but forgotten in the pocket of her robe.
