The strange feeling of thousands of tiny fingers pulling at my flesh overcame my chest and my crotch. Within seconds, I had a warmth in my crotch and a pair of B cup breasts on my chest, not to mention a very confused Emily.
She stumbled quickly off of me. "J-Jon... you...." she managed, in a startled voice. I quickly made my way over to a full-length mirror on the living room wall.
I still looked like me, except with breasts. And from the alien feeling of warmth, wetness and emptiness in my pants, I was pretty sure I was the shocked owner of a new vagina as well. I dropped to my knees, wondering how it had happened.
"Jon... whats going on? What is this thing?" Emily asked from the couch. She held the rock up curiously. I sighed. It looked like I had no choice but to tell her now.
"So this is a wishing stone?" she asked. I nodded. She probably would have been skeptical, if I wasn't covered in evidence. "So why don't we just say 'I wish Jon would return to normal?"
I shook my head. "You can't reverse wishes, Emily. But if we're creative, we might be able to work around it..." I frowned. My voice was higher, and I hadn't noticed it til now. "Do you remember what you wished?"
She nodded. "I said 'I wish you could feel how I feel' or something like that..."
"And the rock thought you meant 'really turned on in that female sort of way'. Great. Well, we just have to be careful and think of a way to get me back to normal..."
Her eyes widened and she grinned. "I've got it! Let me see, I have an idea.." I handed her the rock, and she closed her eyes, gripping it tightly. "I wish..."
