Jon couldn't believe it. One second he was washing his short cropped hair in the shower, thinking about how lucky he was to have been given the wishing rock, the next he was massaging fruit scented conditioner into his long black locks as warm water cascaded over his huge breasts. He did the only thing that came natural to him.
He screamed.
It was a very feminine scream, a tone that he was unused to coming from his mouth. Sure, he was never a bass, but a soprano? Far from it. He could hear his cell phone ringing in his bedroom. Karyn's ringtone. He let it ring. He had other things to deal with.
Turning off the water, Jon slid the curtain back and grabbed a towel. Padding himself dry, he walked to the mirror to examine what had happened. He didn't even want to think about how it had happened. He knew what had caused it, but dreaded the wishing rock's permanent clause. Maybe he could figure something out.
The mirror was fogged over, so he used his towel to wipe it clean, leaving streaks of condensation on the surface. It didn't matter; Jon didn't need a perfect image, he just wanted to see how bad things were.
They were pretty bad. He'd shrunk, that much was obvious from before, but now, seeing himself in the context of the room, he saw how badly. He'd been over six feet before, but now couldn't be over five foot five. His whole body was transformed. He looked like a large chested, black haired, puffy lipped woman. With one exception, of course.
Maybe it was because he had shrunk, maybe it was because his pubic hair was now neatly trimmed and shaped, but his penis seemed to have grown. Dramatically. The thick, meaty appendage between his smooth, sexy thighs looked so out of place that he almost wished that it wasn't there.
Almost.
Meanwhile, Zoe was holding the stone, ready to make her wish. She knew that a day wouldn't be enough for her to fully enjoy the change, so she said...
