Holding Jon's hand, the one with the wishing rock, his mother said, "Jon, look how you are dressed. You look silly like that. You are too much of a boy to dress as a girl. I don't know what to think. If you aren't gay, then do you want to be a girl. Oh, I wish that since you want to dress as a girl that you at least looked like a girl when you dress as one."
Jon felt the change in his body as his mother stated her wish. 'How can things get worse?' He wondered as he felt himself shrink in most ways from a well developed teenage boy to be able to pass as a well developed teenage girl.
Jon's mother saw the changes happen to her son. She had enjoyed reading about magic and stuff when she was a preteen, but had out grown her belief in magic. Yet magic was the only thing that could have described what she saw happening to her son.
She took a step back holding her son/daughter at arms length and looked at her child. Jon now looked like a girl. He was about her height, but with more girlish feet, legs, hips, waist, shoulders, arms, hands, and breasts.
Yes, her child who had a minute or so ago had been her son, was standing in front of her with the top third of her breasts obvious at the neck line of her top.
Staring at her child, Jon's mother tried to grasp what had happened; tried and failed.
Her eyes rolled up into her head and she fainted.
Jon, still struggling with how to control his new and very feminine body tried to catch his mother before she hit the floor. He barely managed as both his mother and he sank to the floor.
'What do I do now?' Jon wondered
