Jon blinked his eyes. Something felt different. It took him to realize that the stone had heard him. The immediate reaction was to check his crotch: nothing familiar. His other hand swept across his chest . his immediat efears were confirmed. He had accidentally turned himself into a girl.
"Oh, shit," she whined in her new voice, gasping at how much more feminine she sounded. "I can't believe I did that."
Pete blinked for a second. He rubbed his eyes to make sure what he was looking at was really happening. Jon's t-shirt and jeans were now filled out by a gorgeous girl Jon's age, with flowing dark raven hair and lucious lips. She was curvaceous and modestly endowed (a small C, if you're the type who likes measurements.) She stood in an ungraceful, masculine way, mortified by her own body.
"I'm such a retard," she whined again, glaring at her new assets. Pete couldn't help from laughing. "It's not funny!" she cried, hitting Pete's shoulder in a rather girly way.
"I'm sorry!" he smirked, "it's not."
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit you. God, Pete, I feel like such an idiot." She looked at Pete. He was a good guy, always nice, good sense of humour. And why hadn't she ever noticed, as a man, how ruggedly handsome he was? 'Oh, no,' she thought 'that's the other part of that stupid wish... I'm falling for Pete!' As much as the idea disgusted her, the more she thought about her new predicament, the more she wanted Pete to be the one to help her through it. After all, wishes couldn't be reversed. Like it or not, she was stuck as a girl. She might as well have a warm body to curl up next to, to spend an evening with. And amybe, when the time was right, he would be the only one she'd let...
Jon gagged. She was at once repulsed and enthralled by the thought of Pete's touch. She couldn't ignore this new obsession she had with him.
"Jon," Pete said, "I--"
"Shh," Jon interrupted, "it's Joan now. Joanie, if you will. And before you say anything," she imitated the most seductive walk she could think of, coming over to him and brushing her new assets up against him, becoming almost uncomfortably close, whispering "I need to make sure of something."
She pressed her lips to his. They closed her eyes.
Pete didn't want to like it. Moments ago, Joan was a boy, his friend even. But the undeniable fact was that Jon Madison was now Joanie, a girl madly in love with him. And she was gorgeous.
It was perfect, Pete thought. A girl who was basically a guy, liking guy things and thinking like a guy, but was beautiful and loved him.
He didn't want to ruin this. He'd just come back to town and would be lonely without this. He felt the overwhelming need to be honest with her.
"Joan, I've got to tell you," he said, parting their lips after the passionate first kiss.
She interrupted, "that was good. I think I'm going to like this." She then realized that passers-by could see certain things about her. "I wish I was wearing a bra." instantly, she gained support. Pete took notice. Joan took notice of Pete noticing, and said "nice tent."
"Joanie, look, listen, I've got to tell you--" he gulped, "I'll be honest. I made a wish. That you would accidentally make a wish to be a girl. I didn't mean for you to fall in love with me, though!"
