My eyes closed and Miss Moore's head turned away.
Filled with a cool warmth, I opened my eyes and saw the wishing stone being held in delicate fingers, with long nails and smooth skin. My fingers.
Miss Moore was shocked, she gasped and backed away. Staring at me with curiosity and fear.
I wanted to run, but couldn't. My legs wouldn't move as I was stunned by my foolishness. What had I done?
"J.. Jon?" Miss Moore asked.
For a moment I wondered if that was my name. It sounded familiar, but in the back of my mind, the name Eliza seemed to make more sense. That wasn't my name though, I knew who I was, I was Jon.
"Yes." I said hesitantly, hearing a strangely familiar voice escape from my lips, "It's me."
Her brow furrowed, and she stepped a bit closer, looking at me with intensity. I stood up and decided to examine the changes myself.
About the same height as my teacher, I found two breasts on my chest. They were soft and round, as I touched each one, I felt the sentitive nipple beneath a layer of fabric. It occured to me that my clothes had changed again.
I wasn't wearing a bra, but my shirt was definately more of a blouse now.
Reaching up to my neck I felt long tussles of silky brown hair. Running fingers over my face, it seemed that my nose was smaller, and my mouth a different shape.
"You... you look like me!" Miss Moore exclaimed, "Only like when I was in high school."
In truth I only vaguely resembled what she looked like, I hadn't taken on the same coloured eyes, and my hands and feet, while now very dainty, didn't exactly match the pattern of the original.
One thing was certain though, I was not myself anymore.
Suddenly the schoold bell rang, and the corridor was flooded with students.
