I began making all sorts of wishes, trying to find to words to get rid of this thing between my legs. But slowly the feeling rose that there was no going back. And so, I made a different wish. "I wish I was ok with having a pussy." I could immediately fill it's affects, even before the glow stopped. Why should I be unhappy with a pussy? It was the perfect organ. It was preposterous that anyone wouldn't want one. In fact...
Why would I want to be stuck with just a pussy? Strangely, the entire business of being a girl excited me. But I didn't just want to become a girl. I loved in those stories the transformation process.'
"I wish that changes, both physical and mental would spread out across my body turning me into a girl. I wish that the stone will pick a random personality type that I won't know until the changes are complete."
And now my pussy was dripping from a new idea, one that had been done before and I just had to have done to me.
"I wish that the horrnier I am, the faster the changes, and an orgasm will bump them up to a new level."
