Jon staggered his way out of the kitchen on unfamiliar footwear, trying to find a mirror to see how different he now looked. Unfortunately for Jon, the only mirrors large enough to see his changed state were upstairs. Thumping across the lounge room floor, much to the chagrin of the still very-hung-over Zoe in the kitchen, Jon worked his way to the banister and slowly made his way upstairs.
Despite his earlier belief that walking in thick high heeled shoes may be as easy as when you walk around in ski boots or roller-skates, it turns out it was not quite as easy as that. Eventually Jon managed to make it to the upstairs hallway and work his way slowly towards the large mirror hanging at the end of it near his parent’s bedroom.
Jon gazed into the mirror and looked at the truly odd appearance beholden to him. Everything above his waist looked completely normal, themed t-shirt, scruffy hair, normal face, arms, but below the waist was a completely different style. Very clearly gothic and very clearly betraying a feminine body shape, Zoe’s. Jon’s t-shirt draped down over the top of the belt and skirt he now sported, somewhat blending the two styles together but looking in the mirror Jon could clearly see the very much wider hips now below his shirt. Jon managed to twist side to side and see Zoe’s firm butt now attached to his manly body. He wanted to explore further but staggered in those damned boots again.
Urgh, enough of this, Jon grunted, Taking these stupid things off!
Jon reached down to undo the buckles that were holding firm the foreign footwear against his now feminine calf. After a few moments of struggling, he managed to pull one boot off, and then the other, exposing his now slender and girly feet, still clad in their tights, to the fresh air. Stepping now in his freed feet, Jon sighed quietly in relief, much better.
The other thing that stuck out at Jon immediately was the photos on the wall next to the mirror, Jon had been so focused on admiring his wish-induced changes in the mirror, he hadn’t noticed the photos changed too.
Wow, that’s so weird, Jon said, as he examined the photos on the wall.
Most of the photos are one would expect in a family home, photos of a happy family together, some fancy events like weddings, birthdays, et cetera. But in all the pictures, the strangest thing was that Jon and Zoe’s bodies were switched in each of them. From early childhood photos where Jon could see in photos he was wearing skirts, or tights, or slender pants, the ones he knew for a fact were the particular clothes Zoe wore in the photos before the swap had been made. In more recent photos, Jon likewise was wearing more skirts, tights, jeans, all the clothing that Zoe had worn in those events, and vise versa for Zoe. Everything Jon knew he used to wear in those photos, she now sported.
Which made it more amusing as the photos started to reflect her later Goth obsessed stage now she wore regular jeans, or board shorts; basically anything Jon had on at the time of the photo, clearing creating a disparity between her styles at the time. The other picture that stood out at Jon was one that was taking when he was with Karyn and Emily at the beach a few years ago. The photo used to show the three of them together on the beach, all with shit-eating grins on their faces after a surfing lesson. With Karyn and Emily on each side of Jon, all smiling cheerily for the camera. The difference was this time; Jon was wearing a black bikini bottom and showing off very feminine gams with the girls, instead of the boardies he wore when the photo was actually taken.
Strange that the swaps had not shown a change in style for Jon, he had assumed that if he’d grown up half a woman as he were, his style would be his own, not simply be Zoe’s and hers would be the same if she grew up male, but it didn’t appear to be the case. All the photos showed a disparity; as if they’d simply swapped styles for that part of their bodies all their lives. Jon mused that the reality altering affects of his wish, possibly the stone itself, looked for the path of least resistance when making changes, as opposed to making them “make sense” as it were.
In any case, it was amazing to see the power of the stone in action and was a stark reminder to Jon that Karyn was incredibly lucky to get off with what she did all things considered. Regardless, Jon realized he should probably return Zoe’s legs to her since the test was over.
Jon looked at “his” lower body and realized he should probably give it back to Zoe before she leaves the house, but he also wanted to check something else first. Picking up the discarded death-trap boots that he’d managed to get off earlier, he opened the door to his bedroom and walked inside. The last change based on his swapping power was now apparent.
Once Jon entered the room, he noticed a few things different, namely that all the clothes previously strung around his room in his own private system of cleanliness, now looked like half of Zoe’s washing had been thrown on Jon’s floor. Where there were his boxers last night, was now a pair of panties and black woman’s sleeping shorts. Where there were underpants hanging loosely from a handle on his dresser drawer, now there were black and red panties. Jon walked over to his cupboard, dropping the boots on the floor as he went and pulled it open.
All throughout his cupboard it was the same, anything that was his and meant to be worn around his legs, was now replaced with Zoe’s clothes of the same nature. No more pants, now it was all skirts and women’s jeans with piles of feminine shoes on the floor. The dresser once opened now exposed panties, tights, everything Zoe had Jon now did. Although, one thing did leap to the foreground of Jon’s attention when he looked through the drawer - panty liners. Thankfully, Jon was not going to keep these legs for long, otherwise he may have had use for them.
After exploring his modified dresser and cupboard, Jon turned around to head back downstairs and return Zoe’s body to her, but he paused briefly at the cupboard. Realizing he probably should put her shoes back on before doing so, if nothing else to be polite, Jon resigned himself to having to stagger back down the stairs in the unwieldy boots. However, before he started fitting them to his feet, he noticed some of Zoe’s other shoes sitting in the cupboard. Sneakers, flip-flops and more, he saw a pair of black leather zip-up, knee-high boots sitting haphazardly among the rest of them. The best part was that they didn’t have a heel, they were flats.
These may be a little more comfortable, Jon mused, and I can use this to test how thorough the undo wish action is.
Wondering if reality would undo itself and go for the path of least resistance again, making it seem as though Zoe put these shoes on by choice, or if it the result of the undo action would have Jon wearing his sister’s boots and her original selection still sitting in his bedroom as if he’s just stolen them earlier. Jon slipped the flat boots on quickly, briefly enjoying the skin-sight sensation of the boots against his calves. Once they were up his feminine legs, he felt for the zipper on the inside of each boot and pull them up. Standing up, Jon flexed experimentally, finding it much easier to walk on flat shoes now.
Jon headed back to the kitchen, where Zoe was just about to finish up what remained of her breakfast, looking somewhat more alert than she did a few moments ago. She gave Jon another annoyed look as if to say, Try something and you’re dead. So Jon figured he would give her a wide berth for the moment.
Jon was about to undo the swap and return his sister’s legs to her before she went away, before he had another thought. Wondering, Jon hadn’t considered what would happen if he stacked multiple “give me” swaps on top of each other, he now wasn’t too sure if how he phrased the wish would create some odd effects if he decided to do multiple swaps. He had figured that in theory, it should undo in the order that the swaps were made, just a supernatural version of ctrl+z, but so far the wishes made with the stone have shown to potentially have unpredictable outcomes, so it made sense to test this now before he went too far with it.
Ok, let’s see what happens now, Jon thought as he raised his index finger towards his sister.
“Give me everything between her neck and her waist”, he commanded.
In faster than the blink of an eye, Jon’s masculine hand was replaced with a feminine one ending in black painted fingernails. Jon could see and feel his new mesh sleeved arm, still raised, pointing towards his sister. Jon lowered his hand and examined the changes to his body. Unfortunately part of it was now obstructed by the modest pair of breasts that previous adorned Jon’s test earlier, as well as naturally his sister for most of her life. Now they were affixed to his chest, barely contained underneath the mesh sleeved crop top that now adorned Jon’s torso.
Jon marvelled at his appearance, looking down, despite everything so far, could barely believe he was completely female from the neck down. Dressed in women’s clothing that fit and nothing looked out of place, as if he was meant to wear it. To make things stranger still, the former owner of the body he currently wore was sitting at a counter top less than 2 metres away and didn’t even notice that she was now sporting a very male body with a ratty printed t-shirt on.
Jon headed back upstairs to check his modified body out in the mirror once again. After spending some time examining his new form, he explored the photos on the wall again.
That’s odd, Jon thought to himself, looking at the photo of himself and the girls at the beach he saw before, I didn’t think that’s the pose we took that photo in.
Jon picked the photo off the wall with his slender borrowed hands and examined it closely. Previously, when he last looked at the photo, it was a photo of Jon holding his arms around the shoulders of Karyn and Emily, all of them grinning for the camera. Apart from Jon now sporting a very feminine body below his neck and wearing a black bikini – the top part which now appears to have joined the bottom part he wore last time he examined the photo, it seemed almost like Emily was posing closer to Jon in the photo than she was before.
I must be imagining things, Jon rationalized, probably just never really looked that closely at the shot before. Maybe I’ll check it out again later.
He put the photo back on the wall and stood in front of the mirror, staring at the bizarre sight of his head affixed to his shorter sister’s body, fully dressed in the outfit she came down to the kitchen in. Jon wondered what else he should do, or if he should simply finish his testing and give Zoe back her body and go find Karyn to fix her mistake from yesterday. But he was very nearly ready to give in to temptation and explore the very feminine objects pushing out of the crop top below his neckline.
