"...that everyone you meet looks down at those sexy little feet of yours and instantly knows that you've gotten yourself knocked up!" Zoe sneered. "And, furthermore, I wish that you two were so overwhelmed by everything that's happened that you didn't even try to fix anything now and instead scooted off to school as fast as you could..." she smiled again as another idea hit her. "dressed in your new uniforms..."
Downstairs, Jon was breathing heavily as, blushing, he tried to squeeze his bounteous curves back into his girly clothes. He'd been dreaming about a moment like the one that he'd just shared with Karyn for years, but had somehow never imagined it going quite like that...
"Jon..." the new superhunky Kayrn whispered down quietly in her deep baritone, concern written across her chiseled features. "I..."
Jon lifted one of his new delicate little hands to silence her, wincing at how even that tiny act set his chest into such intensely feminine - or masculine, now - motion.
"I... I just can't talk about it now, okay..." he squeaked, his big pretty eyes set firmly on the floor.
He blushed again. "Let's... Let's just go to school, okay?"
Kayrn just nodded silently, a look of sadness in her eyes.
"I just... I just need to get my school uniform on first..." he said as he turned and dashed up the stairs on his tiny little chubby legs, his bouncing breasts nearly pulling him over.
He didn't think there was anything strange about his sudden need to obey the school's uniform code - after all, Karyn was dressed in that handsome girl's uniform, wasn't she? With its shirt, tie, grey pants, and school blazer combo that somehow, despite himself, suddenly struck him as incredibly sexy.
Jon jiggled into his room, still trying to hold back his tears, and reflexively pulled open the drawer which contained his uniform.
He gasped in horror...
Zoey was nearly on the floor laughing as, through magic, she watched the little scene play itself out...
Kayrn waited at the bottom of the stairs, a frown on her attractively stubbled face. She and Jon had been friends for so long, and now suddenly... she just hoped that they would soon find a way to reverse what had been done to the world so that then they could start on the, perhaps more complicated, matter of what was suddenly happening between them.
A slight noise made her glance up.
Her jaw fell open.
There at the top of the stairs was the luscious little creature that Jon had become... and he was dressed in the skimpiest, sexiest little parody of a schoolgirl's outfit that she could have imagined.
His already deep blush grew deeper still as he began to mince his way down the steps, having to be careful not let his bosoms jiggle enough to pop out of his miniscule top.
Wrapped around his wasp-like waist was a tiny little pleated pink microskirt. It wasn't much more than a belt that tented out impressively over his gobsmacking curves, covering virtually nothing. Jon let a hand unconsciously slip back to once again vainly tug at its hem, but it still perfectly displayed his gorgeous wiggling ass - even the tiny pink triangle of lacy pantie squeezed between his two soft, perfectly round cheeks.
His dancing chest wasn't concealed any better. At first Jon had been at a loss as to how he was supposed to wear what appeared to be a tiny, baby pink, sleeveless blouse - with no buttons. It was only after squeezing into the huge, stretchy, perfectly see-through pink bra (still easily visible above his top and doing the smallest amount possible to dampen the delightful natural rhythm of every boy's bounciest assets) that he'd realised that he was supposed to tie the two tails together tightly under his bosom. It WAS tight under his bosom too - it had to be since the tails were so short - and was now lifting those two huge creamy globes of smooth flesh up even higher on his delicate little chest, as if offering them to whoever wanted a good squeeze. The bulges of his marble-like little nipples were plainly visible through his tight little top - so close to the top edge that even the slightest misstep would leave them jiggling freely for everyone's pleasure.
Jon had suddenly discovered that he knew everything about makeup and hair (but hadn't wondered why due to a little wish) and had felt compelled to make himself up like a girl going off to prom - and to tie his hair into two huge pigtails with little pink ribbons.
Jon knew that normally long white sheer stockings - reaching to the mid-thigh, and adorable little Mary-Jane's would complete the picture, but somehow today he just couldn't seem to put them on...
As he carefully jiggled his way down the stairs, biting delicately at a painted lip, eyes lowered with humiliation, he happened to glance up for just a second to gauge Karyn's reaction.
When he saw the look of open-mouthed disbelief - and obvious attraction - on her face, he felt a sudden warmth inside - almost as if he liked having his assets being gawped at...
He almost smiled sweetly for a brief instant before he heard: "Oooh! Suits you, Bro!"
He leapt with shock, and, his whole soft little body wobbling deliciously, spun around, a miniscule little hand reflexively flying back to try to cover his vast gravity-defying buttocks.
He was too late, and the sudden flash told him that Zoe had snapped a picture. She turned and ran back into her room, laughing uproariously.
Choking back little sobs and blushing more furiously than ever, Jon bounced down the rest of the stairs as quickly as he could and stood there pouting, tears flooding his eyes.
He was just beginning to wonder about the strange new tingling feeling from his nipples when he glanced up and saw Karyn gaping down at his chest.
His big, girlishly pink nipples had bounced free of his crop-top and were now jiggling pleasantly in the open air.
Jon let out an involuntary squeal as he grabbed for his chest, but suddenly his hands were being held. He looked up at Karyn, a single tear beginning to roll down his soft cheek, as his soft little toothpick arms struggled vainly against Karyn's steely grip.
He heard an adorable little sound escape from his swollen, painted lips as she roughly forced his hands to his sides before returning to his chest. He felt the smooth, stretchy material of his top and bra being yanked down until both of his huge, firm young breasts burst free of their tight confines and danced gorgeously in her full view.
He stared up into Karyn's rugged face, his big, liquid eyes wide, his moist red lips pressed into a 'O' of shock.
And then, as she leant down, and he felt her hot breath across the delicate skin of his young breasts, she put a hand to his chin and forced his pouty lips up to hers. As he felt her huge hands come up from beneath and squeeze roughly at the soft creamy flesh of his shapely bosoms, he began to kiss those stubble-encircled lips back until, lifting his tiny soft body like it was a feather, she tossed him back onto the couch.
Gasping, Jon lay back and felt as the lace of his panties was torn from his thighs, and, spreading his legs wide, prepared to be thoroughly ravished for the second time that morning...
Zoe was in hysterics as she watched the little 'bodice-ripper' scene below play out. These wishes were just getting more and more fun.
