After I finished the salad, I decided to play Super Smash Bros. I chose Zelda as my character, but I wasn't concerned about her gender because I had used Zelda even when I was a guy. Just as I was transforming into Sheik, I realized all of a sudden I had a (more or less) perfect solution to my problem. I paused the game and took a minute to plan it out, but I wasted no time implementing my ideas.
"I wish that I have two forms that I can change between: the body that I have now and the body I had before I started making wishes today. I also wish that I currently am consciously aware of the method by which this change I curse. Furthermore, I wish that whenever I am the subject of any wish made using my magic wishing hand, or would directly be effected by such a wish, time will stop for everyone but me until I verbally confirm whether I want it to affect my original form, my altered form, or both."
The glow from my hand quickly spread throughout my entire body. When it reached my head, I felt new I formation filing into it. I wasn't surprised at all to discover that the method of change was horniness; the more aroused I got, the more I would change into a wet dream; however, I was disappointed to find out I could only change back by going through one of those mind-numbing orgasms again.
What surprised and concerned me more was the extent to which I changed back, or rather, the extent to which I didn't change. At first, all seemed to be going well. My breasts began to shrink down, hips narrowed and my legs turned back so I could walk normally, waist became a little larger so I didn't feel I was in constant danger of snapping in half. I was particularly pleased when I felt my old muscles filling in, my hair shooting back ink my head like a tree growing in reverse and my features starting to blur as they lost some of their unreasonable sex appeal. But then things went wrong.
My breasts stopped shrinking at what I guesstimated to be B cups; my waist, though wider than before, wasn't quite what I was used to; even if my hips weren't so big they smacked against doors, they had more than my normal girth and even with the loss of weight from my butt, I could tell more than I would have liked was left as fat. Even with more muscles that I expected to get strengthening my body, I could tell they still hung on a very feminine figure. The hair growing in reverse stopped just below my shoulders, my face reconstructed into something that still wasn't male, and most troubling of all, durning none of these changes didn't I feel the slightest inkling that my vagina was being changed back into a penis.
The moment the glow faded, my self-aware towels retied themselves to better fit my form. My room hadn't changed a lick from what I could tell, other than most of the stuff that was pink changed to a pleasant shade of green. I was actually glad a mirror was still hanging from the door, because it meant I didn't have to walk as far to see how far I still was from what I wanted to be.
In all actuality, I thought this form was hotter than what I was before. My face had a homely quality to it: blue eyes gleamed with intelligence, a cute button nose sat squarely in the middle of my heart-shaped face, my lips, though soft and female weren't the puffed up cock-suckers I thought I would always have to deal with. When I smiled at my reflection, it was very friendly and inviting and causing my cheeks to dimple just slightly; my hair, the exact same red-orange Karyn used to have, was pulled back into a messy ponytail simply for the functionality of it and a cute smudge of dirt on my nose looked like a larger version of the freckles that covered most of my face, neck and shoulders.
The rest of my body had changed into that of a very fit female athlete. I was slender, but not skinny. I flexed powerful muscles as I bent my long, feminine arms and legs. The sections of my skin between the two towels appeared to almost ripple with muscles, especially my perfect, six pack abs. My breasts, though still large enough to be attractive, even through the towel, were also small enough that they wouldn't get in the way of any physical activities. I was pleased to note I had regained several inches of my former height.
A sharp pain from my feet caused my to whip off my heels and toss them aside, quite pleased that my feet were at least a normal female size, and I was once again more comfortable flat footed. But I didn't waist time thinking about that.
"But why didn't I change back completely?" The Voice was right there with an answer. (I begrudgingly admitted to myself that she was useful sometimes)
"You did change back completely. Your wish was for you to change back to the way you were before you started making wishes. And you did. When you made the wish for the powerful female orgasms, the magic in your hand reasoned that the only way to have a female orgasms is to have female organs so it gave them to you. But you never actually wished for them, it was just an indirect change caused by a wish. And because of that, reality had to change so even without the wishing stone, you were always a girl named Jennifer."
"Then I guess I'll just have to wish myself back to being a boy."
"It won't work. Wishes can't be undone, only modified, remember? And since this was an indirect change, you can't modify it."
"Oh, this day just keeps getting better and better. First I turn into a sex object, and when I try to fix it I find out I'm stuck as a girl forever."
"I'm so sorry for you Jen, I know this must be hard. But being a girl isn't all bad. Here, let me make things easier for you." Once again one of my articles of clothing controlled by The Voice untied and wrapped itself around my wishing hand. "I wish that Jen is completely comfortable in her femininity and realizes being female is better than being male."
"Oh come on! Do you think I'm stupid enough to actually say 'both' to that? Crap!" As soon as The Voice made its wish, I knew instantly time had stopped, but I was too focused on my own anger to realize what was happening. And the moment I said "both" time resumed and I had to live with the consequences of my choice.
