"I wish that Jon would fit the clothes that he wears..." and as she spoke those words, even Karyn realised that was a badly worded wish, "... no wait!" she stammered, but it was too late.
I spun around to look in the mirror, amazed at how quickly the stone worked its magic.
Suddenly the dress wasn't so tight around the waist, and the bra didn't cut into my chest so much as my chest was not supported by it.
There was even a shifting in my groin, as a pair of panties that were previously being wedged up into my backside, now seemed to be a relaxed and comfortable fit, with no protruding penis to complicate matters.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt weird. My whole physique was so much slimmer, slighter. I'd become this girl in a yellow dress in just seconds, a set of soft breasts the only thing about me that could be described as large in any way.
Smaller than Karyn, I still retained roughly the same facial features as before, and my hair and skin were the same. It's just I was clearly now made to fit the clothes that I wore; the yellow dress, the bra and the panties.
I stood there staring at the mirror for a while, my mouth gaped open in shock.
