Emily was always a cute girl. Big green eyes and wavy brown hair past her shoulders; a few light freckles on her cheeks and a bright, cheery smile that always showed, even when times were tough for her. And she'd grown even more beautiful. She had a nice figure: slender legs that weren't too long so that she was tall, but long enough. Her breasts, while not large, were about a B cup, and complimented the rest of her body well. I kept thinking about her endlessly after dinner that night, as we chilled out on my couch like we used to when we were kids.
After much thought, I'd decided that it was okay to let Emily know about the rock. She was a friend of mine and Karyn's after all. And she wasn't dumb enough to use it foolishly. But as I was pulling it out of my pocket, she pulled a photo out of her purse. "Hey, Jon, remember when we did this?"
The picture was old, and a bit worn on the corners. In it, Karyn, Emily and I stood in Karyn's back yard, and we were all dressed in Karyn's clothes. I smiled, I used to let them talk me into anything as a kid. You could hardly tell I was a boy in that picture. I looked over at her with a grin. "Yeah, I remember that... man, I was such a pushover, wasn't I?"
Emily nodded. "You sure were.. but you were just keeping us happy. You even put on those little girly underwear for us..." I blushed a little at this. "Relax, Jon, we were just kids having fun then.."
I relaxed a little, absently rolling the rock around in my pocket. "Yeah... I wish things could be like that for me again..." I said, drifting off at the end as I realized what I had done. The rock grew very warm in my pocket, and we both blinked in unison.
When my eyes opened, Emily was staring back at me with wide eyes. She was a lot taller, as was everything else in the room. It was then that I realized what had happened. Frightened and angry, I ran over to a full length mirror on the wall, dropping the rock from my tiny hand as I did. Before Emily could say a word, I cried out at the sight of my own reflection.
The first thing I noticed was that I was five again. The second thing I noticed was that I was wearing the same soft blue sweater, knee-length navy skirt, lacy white socks and white Mary Jane's that I was wearing in the picture. Underneath, I could feel the white, little girls' underwear that I had warn that day. I did the first thing that came to my mind: began to cry.
Emily picked up the rock curiously before walking over to me. "Jon? Is that really you?" she asked, in a sweet voice. She placed a hand on my shoulder, which strangely comforted me. Looking up at her with tear-filled eyes, I nodded at her. She knelt beside me, turning me to face her. "How did this happen, hun?"
After regaining my composure, I began to tell her the story of the rock...
