Jon snapped back into reality. He shouted out, "I wish..."
"I wish that the postman would transform into a young woman, he shall also feel what it is like to be grabbed by the breats, also should the postman think he's also been a woman and all other people shall believe that, too."
The rock glowed in Jon's hand. The postman looked down in horror, only to see that he shrank. His short cut black hair fell down past his shoudlers and turned into some dirty blonde colour. His face changed into a rounder, much more cuter female face. Then at his chest werde breats pushing outwards and he also lost his best friend. He wanted to protest but his voice cracked and as the transformation completed with new, fitting clothes he could only say:
"Ahm, i'm sorry, i think i've catched the wrong house. Bye!"
With that the new postman smiled and walked down the street.
Jon smiled to herself with confidence, closed the door and decided what to do now.
