Using the sudden mass of students, I slipped away from Miss Moore, and ran to the bathroom for some much needed privacy to try and sort things out.
Jumping into one of the stalls and closing the door behind me, I breathed a sigh of relief as I found myself alone in the cubicle with this strange new body.
It began with me wondering how the heck I was going to get back to normal. I contemplated the wording of my wish, and wondered if it might work to wish Miss Moore into a man. But how could I be so cruel. I really didn't want to effect anyone else with the stone. Still it could be one option, I considered as I absently ran a hand across one of my breasts.
Pushing a strand of hair back from my face, I looked down at my boobs, and traced their contours with curiosity. The feeling was highly arousing.
Feeling calm, and relaxed, and safe, I unbuttoned my shirt and exposed the bare flesh for the first time. Massaging each breast was a feeling I will never forget. Their weight, their texture, the sensitivity of the nipples, each one warm and smooth. I pushed them up and down, and side to side, rubbing them and cupping them in my hands.
Soon there was a damp feeling in my pants. Where normally I would have expected some kind of hardness to develop, I felt little of that and more of a feeling of opening up. I let out a little moan.
Sliding my pants down past my ankles and slipping a free hand into the pink briefs that I wore, I felt the insides of my vagina.
I was half imagining that it was my male self taking advantage of Miss Moore, and at the same time thinking that I really was this young girl, exploring for the first time. My moaning remained steady and I wasn't anywhere near climaxing, but then I wasn't sure I knew how.
Then I heard voices. Someone else had entered the lavatory.
