Kacie started her wish.
"I wish you would become main character from my story, I also wish anything what happened to her would happen to you. And to keep an eye on you I wish you would be living in this town."
The stone glowed warm and Jon began to change, first were his clothes which remolded into a red female skirt suit along with red pumps and black stockings.
Jon whimpered as his short brown hair grew longer and curled to create a big glamorous mane of red locks. Just after that he was gone in blink of an eye.
The rest of transformation happened during Jon was being transported from a basement to the place where Helen Stone worked.
She appeared inside office she knew was hers, where she worked as the beuty centre manager. She was leaning down above some documents and first new feeling she felt was the feeling of her huge chest squished and smashed to the desk. She quickly moved back and gasped at the size of her chest, then she looked at the big wall mirror inside, she saw person that almost completely matched description from Kacie's story.
"Helen was a woman that still attracted men's attention, despite being 35. She was quite tall and buxom. Though she wasn't fat she couldn't be called thin by any means. Her F-cup chest, her most noticeable assets were her biggest curse in her opinion. Not only because her spine suffered but also she thought that men treated her like sex-toy, not that men were able to treat woman in other way than like sex-toy. Her face were also pretty, though some wrinkles were already visible, she tried her best to cover them with make-up. Her grey big eyes seemed to have a permament determined look, that more or less fortunately had already scared away some people from her. Helen tried her best to cover her curves with formal clothes, but rarely succeded. Usually her jacket was streched by two well visible globes on her chest, even wearing bra that was one size two small didn't help. No matter how loose her skirt, or trousers were, her ass usually streched it making themselves visible through the material, making her feel humilated by all that jiggling with each move. Her legs, long and shapely were also a nice sight for guys. She wore skirts because she wanted to express her feminity, but not sexuality, she just hated when guys treated women like toys, yet she still wore heels, saying that she's not going to abbandon her feminity thansk to horny, stupid guys."
