"I wish that, until I wish otherwise, that I was a he-femme. I would be female from the waist down and male from the waist up, except for a pair of functional breasts that I could use to nurse my babies. My female reproductive system would be fully functional, enabling me to get pregnant and give birth to children. I would be sexually attracted to men and males would find me attractive as well. I would have a strong maternal instinct and would love my children the same way a normal mother would. In addition, I would have women's clothing instead of men's clothing and use female restrooms, lockers and similar women's facilities. Finally, I would have a five year old daughter who is in kindergarten this year."
The stone flashed and Jon felt his body changed. He felt a weight grow on his chest as a pair of b-cup breasts grew and were encased by a bra. His cock withdrew into his body and was replaced by a woman's vagina. Cotton panties fitted snugly around his vulva and cute butt. His t-shirt changed into a girls polo shirt and his pants changed into a skirt. Jon looked into the mirror. His shoulders weren't as broad as they were before, probably because he didn't have the same amount of testosterone as before. He wasn't as thin as he had expected, but he heard his mother say something like that happened when a woman gave birth. Something about their bodies adjusting to make later births easier. He wasn't sure though.
"Mommy," he heard a girl's voice say. "I'm back from school." Jon's heart melted as he knelt down to hug his daughter. She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
"Did you miss me, sweetie?" Jon asked.
