"Well," said Karyn briskly. "It could have been worse. For example, what if you had seen someone like Connie first?"
I nodded. Karyn was right. If I had seen Connie and changed in front of her it would have meant a lot of explaining!
Karyn went on. "I mean I know you have a thing for her, what with her big brown eyes and that body that just won't quit and her sexy smile..."
I smiled at the description. Karyn was understating the case if anything. Connie was one of the few black girls in our school and was simply gorgeous. Even better, she was not as stuck up as most of the other pretty girls. She had a dazzling smile that she would share with nearly anyone and she loved to flirt. Unfortunately that was as far as it had ever gone though I had certainly wanted more...my thoughts about Connie were rudely interrupted by a sudden burst of giggles from Karyn.
"What is so funny?" I wondered, but by the end of the sentence I knew. My voice was no longer the clear soprano of my friend Karyn. It was a sexy alto that I knew all too well. I realized I still had Karyn's mirror in my hand and looked into it, dreading what I would see.
"Oh shit," I said, watching as Connie's full soft lips mimed the words in the mirror. Her enormous brown eyes stared back at me with a shocked expression that still managed to look cute on her. She -- I -- was so exotically sexy, with her dark chocolate skin and classic African features. Her shiny ebony hair was pulled back into the thick braid that she nearly always wore. Even the hand holding the mirror had changed. I now had Connie's long elegant fingers and her dagger-like fingernails. Looking down, I saw that my figure had shifted as well. Karyn, even after her wish for larger breasts, was not as voluptuous as I now was. I watched my new bosom straining at my shirt as though it would burst out at any moment. I could feel my/Connie's heart shaped bottom and generous hips stretching my jeans. I ran my other hand along my altered body, feeling the soft fullness of my breast, the indent of my waist, and the firm curve of my hip.
"OK, OK, 'Connie'" said Karyn. She wagged a finger at me. "No groping allowed."
I glared at her. "You did that on purpose!" I said in Connie's voice.
"Well, duh," she said with a giggle. "I wanted to see if your dumb wish would only change you once. Looks like you're going to have to keep that male libido of yours under control."
I groaned, looking down at my curvy Connie-fied self. "This is so wierd," I moaned.
"It's your own fault," said Karyn. "You need to be a lot more careful with that stone. You're lucky you didn't end up thinking you're Connie, too, you know."
I blinked at her and then sighed. "We have to fix this." I started digging in my backpack for the box that contained the stone. Bending over added strain to my already taut shirt and a button flew off, revealing an expanse of silky dark flesh. Karyn put her hand on mine, and the contrast between her Caucasian skin and mine startled me so much that I stopped to listen.
"We have to use our brains first, Jon-boy. Or should I say Jon-girl? Whatever. You know we can't undo a wish. We have to think of a way to extend it, like we did with the tree branch the other day."
"How?" I demanded as my fingers finally found the box and drew it out of my backpack. "I'm going to be whoever I desire. If I wish to not desire anyone I suppose at least I wouldn't change anymore but that would leave me stuck like this."
Karyn grinned. "We could wish for you to desire boys, especially geeky boys like your normal self! Or maybe bi-sexual...that way you could be either one."
I glared at her. "Very funny." I opened the box and took out the stone. "At least I can do one thing. I wish that my clothes would always fit my body appropriately no matter how much I change." I sighed with relief as the straining cloth at my chest and hips and bottom relaxed. I could feel the cloth rearranging itself more, though, and I looked down to find that not only was my shirt now cut properly to fit me, but it was made of a silky, light yellow material that felt nice against my soft skin. My jeans looked different too, the hard denim was now a stretchy material that clung to my altered legs and showed off curves I would have rather kept hidden. Even my shoes were different, my beat up Nikes were now light yellow canvas affairs that matched my altered shirt. At least my breasts no longer felt so heavy. In fact they felt snug and protected and -- oh no!
I pulled at the lacey neckline of my shirt-turned-blouse and my suspicions were confirmed. A large, sturdy-looking bra was supporting my new bosom! I felt my cheeks heat up as I blushed. I did not want to even think about what had happened to my boxers.
I looked up as Karyn made a choking sound. Seeing the look on my face she lost it and dissolved into laughter. I tried to glare at her, but it failed miserably after I tried to fold my arms across my bountiful chest.
"I'm sorry," she gasped after a few moments. Wiping tears from her eyes, she said, "The look on your face was just so precious. What did I say about being careful, Jon-girl? Now you not only look like Connie, but you're dressed like her too."
I blinked. Karyn was right. I had seen Connie in a blouse and jeans outfit just like this one before.
"We should get out of here. The janitors will start locking the doors soon. Let's go to my house and figure out what we're going to do with you."
I sighed. "I can't go out there like this!"
"What, as a girl?"
"Well, that too, but what if one of Connie's friends sees me? Or Connie!"
Karyn thought about that for a moment and said.....
