"I wish a pair of comfortable sweat clothes appeared in my room." After a brief flash, Jon's wish came true. He hopped off his bed and ran toward Sarah's elegant wooden mirror. Excited, he pulled Sarah's shirt off and admired his new breasts. Jon's view was dreamlike. He tried to run his fingers underneath his bra but the wires made it prohibitively difficult. After a few awkward attempts, Jon grasped his bra-clasp and undid his new brassiere. These were the first breasts Jon had ever seen in person and they were almost exactly how he imagined they'd be. He played around with them for longer than he'd like to admit then pulled on his new sweatshirt. With his new pants in hand, he made his way back to his bed. He jumped on his back and pulled his pants off. He admired his bare vagina for a second and laughed at the fact that his new chest required him to awkwardly arch his back forward for a good view.
Excited, Jon pulled on a pair of Sarah's panties and his new yoga pants before he ran through the door into Sarah's home. Her house was as amazing as Jon imagined. Cavernous rooms, detailed molding, a chandelier in the foyer. His new kitchen was gigantic and full of sparkling clean, brand-new appliances. Jon wondered if anyone in the house had every used them to actually cook.
In the basement, Jon found a small theater room with a floor to ceiling projector and a long, leather couch. He plopped himself down and turned on some mindless TV. "This is the life," he thought. Jon instinctively reached into his pocket for a cellphone, a habit he formed after years of lounging around his own home. "Oh yeah!" He quickly sprinted back to Sarah's room then returned a minute later with her cellphone. The feeling of running taught Jon the importance of sports bras.
Opening Sarah's text messages was a mistake. Half the messages were passive aggressive rants to the other members of her cheerleading squad and the other half were incredibly awkward sexts sent by half the guys in Jon's school. Jon opened her gallery app, hoping to find a bunch of oversexed selfies of his new body, but he was instead greeted by what appeared to be hundreds of pictures of naked men. He closed the phone and returned to watching television but curiosity started to build inside of him.
Jon opened the phone with one hand and stroked his new vagina with the other. As he flipped through the pictures, he stopped on one that looked somewhat familiar. The face was obscured but something inside of Jon told him who it was. It was a naked picture of Tim that perfectly showed off his abs. Jon moved his hand underneath his pants and began to rub his groin. At first, massaging the outside of his lips sent subtle waves of pleasure across his body but these sensations dampened after a minute. Jon started to more aggressively run his hand back and forth over his vagina, slowly increasing the amount of pressure he was applying. He dropped Sarah's phone and used his extra hand to slowly massage his right nipple. After a few sweaty minutes of adjusting his technique, Jon felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his system. The feeling surprised him and caused Jon to let out an audible yelp.
Jon knew that everything in Sarah's life couldn't be perfect, but it certainly made a great impression on him.
