As he went downstairs, he saw Zoe walking into the kitchen ahead of him.
"Now..." Jon whispered to himself, "One more person. Who else is in the kitchen?"
There was a skip in his step as Jon followed Zoe, and saw his dad at the stove making breakfast. Both of them jumped just a bit, as if from static shock. "What was that...?" His dad muttered, in a slightly higher voice than he usually had. Zoe's voice was just a bit deeper, Jon noted as she shared a similar sentiment with the room.
Zoe was somewhat short and just a bit chubby, as if she hadn't lost all her baby fat, something Jon had always found endearing. Otherwise, she was quite pretty, taking the attention of more than a few people, though he thought it would be a lot better if she dropped the Goth thing. It didn't fit her personality at all, he thought.
Dad, on the other hand, was a good-looking man of average height; even at thirty-something it was easy to see why he and Mom had gotten together. It was sort of a shame to see both him and Zoe become so different, but watching them slowly change, Jon had never been harder.
Zoe took on some more masculine features, growing taller bit by bit, as her dad's face got chubbier and more feminine, shrinking slowly. It took roughly five minutes for them to become identical people, during which they were intently watching their own bodies.
Two round-faced, somewhat masculine-looking young women with breasts Jon would probably judge at slightly smaller than B-cup were standing at the stove, and sitting at the kitchen table. The one in a suit dropped her pants, ignorant of her double and her son, to reveal both a penis in the normal place, and a slit beneath it; perhaps fully functional female, but with no testicles in sight, certainly not male.
She had somewhat wide shoulders, and her twin at the table didn't quite fit her dress right; it was tight around her waist.
"What the hell happened?!" Her voice sounded female, but deeper than most.
"What happened to you? Why is my dress so tight?" As Zoe felt herself up and down, she slowly reached the real surprise spot, and Jon smiled as she let out an earsplitting scream. Dad, on the other hand, was just staring silently, pants around her ankles. Her legs were toned, and her hips somewhat wider than before.
Their stares turned to one another, and Dad immediately exclaimed, "You too?! Ohh..." She moaned. Jon thought they both had a certain beauty, and looking at them, he whispered a wish, putting his hand in his pocket to touch the rock.
"I wish they both had a new, free wardrobe of mixed female and male clothes." A moment later, Dad was dressed in a blue-and-white collared halter top, something Jon hadn't thought even existed, and black slacks with pumps. His white bra was clearly visible through the fabric. Zoe was wearing a dress of the same style, though now it was a deep red and seemed to fit quite a bit better.
"Well... I suppose we still have to go do what we need to do." Dad said.
"How am I going to explain this off?!" Zoe yelled, but after another quick wish by Jon, they both understood that everyone would think they were always like this, and headed off to work and school respectively. Jon followed Zoe, keeping a close eye on his new dad/sister mix.
