Jon walked to school with great apprehension. Every step was made deliberately, knowing that each one would take him closer to the awkward sex fantasy he wished into being. Even though he knew the changes would be gradual, he tensed with each step and assessed his body. Still a guy, still a guy, still a guy...
"Hey, Jon-Boy!"
He looked up to see Karyn running across the street to him and was momentarily distracted by her new blonde hair and large breasts that jiggled as she moved. It was so weird seeing her in this sexy body. He still thought of her as a scrawny nerd like him. He gulped as he realized that he was soon going to look like that, too.
"Hey, my eyes are up here," Karyn groused as she fell in sync with him.
"Oh, sorry." He sheepishly pulled his eyes away from her bosom and met her gaze.
"Man, I can't believe I was dumb enough to wish for this," she complained. "You're not the only guy who has trouble looking me in the eye. At least it's new for you. Everyone else always remembers me this way, and guys still can't take their eyes off of these!"
"Yeah, uh, it's not exactly something guys get used to." He carefully looked her in the eyes but could picture those lovely breasts perfectly in his mind and felt a stirring in his pants. He quickly went through the standard mental images--grandma naked, math homework, etc.--and got things under control. "You'd understand it if you were into girls... and, uh, hey, funny side note..."
He trailed off, embarrassed about what he was about to admit.
"Yes?"
Taking a deep breath, he told her about the crazy wish he made during a moment of randiness. How the stone was gone for the month, and how they would have to live out his fantasy of a school of hot lesbians.
Her mouth fell open in shock, and then her eyes burned in anger. "So, you just made this incredibly violating wish without consulting me? If you did, I would have told you not to! Shit, Jon! It's going to be bad enough being attracted to girls, but turning all the guys--not just you--all the guys into girls? And making everyone partake in your stupid fetish games? Are you kidding me?"
He hadn't thought about it like that. Guilt welled up inside him, and he ducked his head bashfully. "It's only for a month, and then things will go back to normal. Only you and I will remember anything."
"Only? Only... a month? You know what a decent 'only' is? An hour. Maybe two. At most, a day. But a month, Jon?" She shook her head. "I... I can't do this, Jon. I have to think things over. Enjoy turning into a girl. If it turns out you don't like it after all, don't come crying to me, because I don't want to hear it."
Turning, she walked back across the street and headed off to school on her own.
He wordlessly watched her go. Shit. Did he have to screw that up? She was right, too. He should have involved her in the decision, maybe let her made her own fetish wish, but he acted on his own and now was literally left on his own as he faced an inevitable transformation and awkward sexual activities. He wanted to just take it all back, but he couldn't. He could do nothing but keep moving forward.
