The dress was tight. Every curve of his new body was accentuated. His breasts teased their cleavage over the top, his ass bulged out the back, even his small penis left a tiny bump in the front. Jon had never worn anything so fitting before; it was as if the dress was made specifically with his body in mind.
Karyn had left him alone while he finished getting ready, which was good. The girl was insatiable. When she was in the room with him, her hands were constantly on his body, rubbing, pinching, caressing... if they weren't careful they'd end up on the bed again. Not that Jon minded, but she said that they had to get to school, and he didn't want to be late.
The garter-belt had taken a few minutes to figure out, but once his stockings were secure, he'd set to donning the tight dress. He marvelled at how his body seemed to know how to slip it on, where to reach for the zipper, how to fluff up his breasts to give maximum cleavage. It was as if he was on autopilot. Probably a side-effect of the wish, he told himself.
The heels, which looked like they'd end him up in physiotherapy, felt comfortable on his dainty feet. Again, a side-effect of the wish. It seemed that his body was meant to wear them. A quick glance in his closet revealed that not one pair of his shoes had anything less than a 2" heel, even the sneakers.
Experimentally he took a step. Then another, and another. He tried jumping, skipping, even dancing. All perfectly natural in his high-heels.
Jon breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted while he tried out his new life was to be in a cast. Taking one last glance in his full-length mirror, he saw that his body looked stunning. Far overdressed for what he thought someone should wear to school, but if Karyn wanted him sexed up, he guessed that she had earned it.
Without a second thought, Jon grabbed a small black clutch and swayed out of the room to see where his wish would take him next.
