Jon watched as Zoe headed back to her room, still somewhat disturbed by her brief encounter with a breast-free chest In her typical despondent self, she slammed the door closed behind her as she huffed into her room, but was lazy enough to not ensure it closed properly. The door bounced back from its frame slightly, allowing Jon to see peer into her room.
Any other day, Jon promised himself, he would never peer into his sister’s room while she was changing... that was gross. But on this occasion, testing his new swapping powers was far more important than any sense of privacy that she had; at least in his mind. After all, it was for a noble purpose, helping Karyn get back to normal.
Not that Karyn had any reason to get back to normal of course, as far as everyone was concerned, she always had the enlarged bust and blonde hair she foolishly cursed herself with, only she and Jon remembered anything different. But Karyn was Jon’s best friend, and he was resolved to help her.
While Jon spent the next few moments musing over how weird the morning was, or for that matter, the entire last 24 hours, Zoe continued to get dressed in her bedroom. Jon decided to afford her the privacy of her room and left to go downstairs into the kitchen and wait for her to join him. She was awake, hadn’t had breakfast yet and it made more sense to continue the powers testing in a more convenient location that didn’t make him feel as much of a pervert as he did standing by her bedroom door while she changed.
Jon made his way into the kitchen and fetched a drink from the fridge, nothing particularly fancy; he was really only here on a pretext anyway. So he set himself down at the kitchen counter and thumbed through his smartphone, reading reddit and other social media sites while waiting for his sister.
Man, she takes forever, he thought, as he sat there, reading through another boring repost of an old meme. Taking a swig from his glass, Jon mused to himself, maybe I should be trying this out somewhere else. Maybe Emily could help, she would get a kick out of this and we missed catching up with her yesterday.
Jon thought of Emily Morris, the third in Jon and Karyn’s trio. Emily was an army brat who lives on the outskirts of town, sometimes she’d vanish from school for weeks on end, usually due to her family’s deployment interstate or overseas. She’d not turned up for the first day of class yesterday, so she missed out on the excitement over the magic wishing rock and Karyn’s little accident.
Jon posited that it he should suggest to Karyn that the two of them meeting up with Emily later to compare notes before fixing Karyns’ mistakes, just to see exactly how powerful the stone was. If their best friend whom had been part of their group for nearly the entire lives was not aware of any changes, which would present the power of the stone to be far more than either realized.
Stomping coming from the end of the kitchen snapped Jon’s attention back to reality. Zoe had made her august appearance in the kitchen. Shoulders slumped over and looking down, away from the windows, it was pretty obvious that despite her refresher shower and shock earlier in the morning, Zoe was still quite hung over from her excursion last night and was not exactly in the mood to talk.
Despite all that, it seemed pretty clear that Zoe was planning to go out somewhere instead of lounging around at home. She’d finished getting dressed and looked like she was ready to go out as soon as her breakfast was finished. Jon’s sister was wearing something that seemed, at least by his account, stylish? For a goth motif that she’d been obsessed with for the last few years.
Zoe was wearing a black crop top with a plunging neck, barely disguising her modest cleavage, Zoe not being the most endowed girl around still wanted to flaunt what she had clearly. The crop top was one of those fancy ones that had mesh sleeves, this particular top had a fishnet pattern all the way down to her hands finishing with thumbhole sleeves.
Further down, Zoe was wearing a black skirt, not exactly a miniskirt but shorter than her knees tied up with a blood red belt clasped around her waist. She was wearing matching fishnet patterned stockings to her sleeves and topped it all off with a pair of knee-high thick heeled boots, the chunky kind. Jon couldn’t figure out why women wore those kinds of shoes, the heel was insanely high. He figured it was pretty much like wearing ski boots, almost impossible to walk in, but at the same time, after a lifetime of practice, he guessed one would get used to it.
Still, it seemed odd to be wearing shoes that tall, Zoe must have been feeling self conscious about her sub 6-foot height. Regardless, Zoe plunked herself down at the kitchen counter and started slowly munching on the cereal she’d poured for herself while Jon was distracted. Barely acknowledging Jon, she glumly stared at the cereal and ate, very slowly.
Jon sat there, wondering what exactly to test his powers on, and his thoughts kept drifting, eyes? No, she had really bad eyesight, he thought, Face? That would be weird, Chest? Already did breasts, would be nice to try some again but not hers. What do I want to swap with?
Jon scratched his chin deep in thought, starting at Zoe long enough to draw her attention.
“What the hell are you staying at?”, she demanded grumpily, drilling into his soul with her hungover yet strangely focused eyes.
“Uh, nothing”, Jon hastily replied, starting down at her feet embarrassed, at those thick platform high heels. Then it came to him. He looked up at her and smiled.
“What?” Zoe asked.
“Nothing sis, give me everything below the waist”, Jon said, pointing his index finger at his annoyed sister.
Still surprised at how fast the new power of his worked, Jon felt an immediate shift in height, not a lot, but enough. He felt lower to the ground. Looking down, he could see the entire lower half of his body was now what was formerly his sisters, clothes and all. Standing in the kitchen, Jon now had a black skirt with a red belt, fishnet stockings and a pair of block-heeled boots adorning his partially feminine frame. Jon instinctively reached down to his crotch, patting through his former sister’s skirt to feel a distinct lack of presence between his legs.
I have a vagina, Jon thought to himself while feeling around his new hips,it’s my sisters, it’s really weird, but still, I have one now.
Zoe looked at Jon, half annoyed, half perplexed, “Can you leave me alone please?!” she half-heartedly demanded.
Jon looked up at his sister, from the waist up, as expected, she looked perfectly fine, but below the waist, her body now had a larger pair of legs covered in jeans, Jon’s blue jeans to be specific, and her legs now ended in very familiar bare feet, Jon’s feet. Jon watched Zoe subconsciously scratch one leg with her other foot while she continued to eat.
“Hey sis”, Jon asked standing back from the counter, unfamiliar with his ‘new’ boots, he wobbled briefly as he stood upright, adjusting balance, “do you notice anything different about me?”
Zoe harrumphed and looked up from her cereal again, “No, leave me the fuck alone!” she replied angrily, before going back to eating.
Wow, the wish really works. I mean it really, really works, Jon thought, she doesn’t notice anything different at all.
Jon sort of wanted to go and explore his “new” body, but stopped himself by remember this was his sister’s, not his. It would be really weird to go and look at himself naked, that would be like perving on his sister and he didn’t really want to be doing that with her body, at least not willingly.
Jon tried to step back from the kitchen counter to leave the room and find a mirror, only to stumble on the unfamiliar boots that now adorned his petite feet. He staggered briefly, catching the end of the counter and hitting Zoe in the back.
She turned angrily, fire in her eyes, “What the fuck is wrong with you this morning?”, she said.
“err, sorry, new shoes?”, Jon replied sheepishly, setting himself upright again.
Zoe looked down and back up to Jon, “You’ve had those for years, leave m the hell alone”, she said, angrily, “I mean it”.
Jon sheepishly nodded and put all his concentration into walking. Very carefully Jon tried a few different things to walk properly in these weird shoes, stomping as he figured out how to walk in the unusual footwear.
Eventually making it past the door, Jon could have sworn he heard Zoe mutter under her breath, “Fucking moron”.
