Jon looked at the phone, ‘the beach or something’, the messages said. The girls wanted to catch up.
Jon typed on his phone
Jon-Boy: @Emmy @Kay-Bee beach works for me
Emmy: awesom, already on my way! C U there!
Kay-Bee: okies, be there soonish
Jon put his phone down and raced to the cupboard. He realized he had to get dressed if he was going to get to the beach in time. He couldn’t wait to catch up with Emily again. It’d been far too long. Reaching into the cupboard, he pulled out a duffel bag and threw it on the bed, hastily packing a towel, his sunscreen and some sunglasses. Jon threw on a shirt and was about to reach for the drawer containing his swimmers when reality came back to him again. He had momentarily completely forgotten he had part of Zoe’s body under him.
Between the excitement of catching up with his friends again and the uniquely feminine experience he had earlier, he’d just plain forgotten about his strange body. What’s odder is it felt natural, at least at the moment, like nothing else was out of the ordinary and it was perfectly fine for him to be like this.
Jon shrugged off the thought with a bit of amusement before opening the drawer that usually contained his swimming costume, as expected, instead of his board shorts and the like, he found Zoe’s swimmers instead, or at least the ones suited for the parts of the body he currently possessed. They were all black of course, but despite all that, he managed to pick out a pair of what he assumed were swimming shorts. They were black lycra bikini bottoms with a skirt sewn on.
Jon stepped into the costume and pulled them band up, snapping it freely against his waist and smoothing out the skirt once he’d done so. Admring the look in the mirror, he could see the skirt dangled down mid thigh, not too much so to be cumbersome while swimming but still stylish. The absence of a bulge in his crotch by the form fitting bikini underlying his skirt was somewhat hidden by the skirt itself. Not that anyone else would notice thanks to the swapping spell. Not even Zoe noticed she was any different.
Jon packed up the rest of the beach gear into his duffel and zipped it closed. He walked over to the cupboard to pull out some footwear for the trip. Unfortunately, despite Jon’s best efforts, it appeared that he couldn’t locate anything appropriate that Zoe would normally wear to the beach in his cupboard, her flip-flops and sandals if she had any must have been somewhere else in the house. Best he could find was a pair of black ballet flats, he slipped them on his girly feet and stood back up.
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Grabbing his phone and wallet, he stuffed them in the bag and headed downstairs to the bus stop.
Jon had to keep reminding himself that nothing was going to happen while he sat on the bus. When he had arrived at the bus stop near his house, he expected to see reactions of other people to his non-standard body configuration, but nothing happened. People just saw a guy in a t-shirt and a skirt wearing women’s shoes and felt that was perfectly normal. Granted in the current day it was pretty normal for people to be doing all sorts of crazy things, but still, it was disconcerting that no one was picking up on this at all. The power of the wishing stone kept getting reinforced in Jon’s head by the fact that the world saw nothing out of place at all.
The bus ride itself was uneventful, Jon spent his time flipping through his phone, occasionally having to push down his skirt again as the movements of the bus caused it to shift, despite it being decorative over the swimmers he donned, he still felt the need to push it back down to cover himself out of a sense of decency. The occasional glance of a group of young men when he was repositioning himself certainly was the weirdest part of the trip however. Jon couldn’t tell if they were staring at the “weirdo”, or if they were trying to catch a glance at what was between his legs like typical teenagers leering at a female passerby. Probably both, Jon figured.
Eventually Jon got off at the beach stop, looking around there wasn’t as many people as he expected for this time of the year. Obviously most of the school kids were being forced to prepare for the start of the week and being end of the holidays, most tourists were heading back home. Jon stepped off the asphalt onto the warm soft sand of the beachfront. He looked around the area but just couldn’t see anyone familiar, no Karyn, no Emily. Jon walked a bit further down towards the waterfront, hoping to get a sign of his friends. After a few steps he felt discomfort in his feet, sand was getting into his flats as he walked.
With a mild annoyance, Jon reached down and pulled the shoes off his feet, letting his small feet with painted black toenails gently sink into the soft sand. He put the shoes away in his bag and started walking again. Jon couldn’t tell for sure, but he could have sworn that Zoe’s feet felt more sensitive than his. He could definitely feel the sand more acutely on his soles than the last time he was here. But considering the wild morning he was having, it is possible that he was imagining that too. Albeit the last time he ‘imagined’ things, it turned out it was true.
Jon eventually made it to the waterfront and dropped his bag in as good a spot as any that he could find. Hopefully the girls would find him there, not that there was much competition for prime beach real estate today. He bent down and was about to reach for his phone out of the bag when he heard a voice, “Jon-Boy!” the voice cried.
Jon stood up and turned around; barrelling towards him was a short green blur with what could only be described as fire red decals instead of a head. Emily Morris was barrelling towards Jon as fast as she could; he thought she was going to topple him over until she leapt at the last second. It was all Jon could do to catch her before she knocked them both down.
Jon managed to catch Emily mid-air as she lunged at her friend with all the excitement of a puppy having not seen its master in forever. Wrapping her legs around Jon’s waist and hugging him as tight as she could. Jon wobbled on his borrowed legs, the unexpected weight of Emily causing him to shift on his weaker female legs, but he managed to hold them both upright while suffering through a very fierce bear hug.
“It’s been ages, I’m so happy to see you!” she said excitedly, squeezing Jon all the harder. He found it difficult to breath, let alone stand thanks to her vice-like grip.
“Uncle, Emmy, Uncle!”, Jon said with a laugh, tapping her on her legs for emphasis. With one last squeeze, she loosened her legs and jumped deftly down to the ground.
It was the first change to see Emily face to face in a long time; Jon noticed that despite that, thanks to his currently inherited form, he was now eye level with her instead of towering over her by a few inches. It was incredible to see that one of his oldest friends standing face to face with him still couldn’t see the changes to his body.
Emily laughed, a smile perpetually consuming her pale freckled face as she looked him over, “Oh man, you’ve not changed a bit”, she said, almost ironically adding emphasis to what Jon was thinking about. She reached down to pick up her hastily dropped beach-bag, “Man, it’s so great to be home”
Jon subconsciously adjusted his skirt, brushing it down over his swimming bottoms while Emily dragged her bag over towards Jon’s. She quickly and expertly whipped out a beach towel and laid it on the sand and with a very unceremonious sigh, collapsed on the towel, belly first. Jon sat down cross legged next to her.
“So, I got here first?”, Emily asked, squirming to get comfortable on the sand.
“Well, no. I got here first”, Jon replied. Emily responded with an eye roll.
“Yea, yea”, Emily shrugged off the response, rummaging through the bag in front of her as she laid flat, “Well, you could seem a little bit more happy to see me”, she answered, “I mean your bestest friend in the whole world has been gone for two years and you stand there like a deer in the headlights”, as she fished out some sunblock from her bag.
A shadow crept over the two beach-goers, “bestest friend, huh? I guess I’ll just head back home then”, the voice mocked. Emily looked up in surprise, forgetting the partially applied sunscreen in her hand, she dropped the bottle and lept to her feet, “Kay-Bee!”, she said excitedly.
“Emmy!”, Karyn replied, throwing her arms wide in a mock show of affection, “Come to me babe!”, she said over emphatically.
Emily and Karyn leapt into each other’s arms, laughing all the way, neither of them particularly caring that half applied sunscreen was rubbing all over Karyn’s yellow bikini. After a few moments of celebratory greeting, hugging, and sobbing that may not have necessarily been overacted, the two girls finally settled down and planted themselves on the beach towels next to Jon again.
Jon took the chance to once-over Karyn and see how she was coping with her wish-enhanced accident yesterday. Despite her annoyance at the wish she made, it seems she appeared to be making the best of the situation with her now long blonde hair. Karyn had tied it up in a ponytail behind her head, with the former perm-like fringe she inherited from Sarah McMillan now brushed free and parted to each side.
More importantly, or at least to Jon’s point of view, Karyn’s now extremely larger breasts were now on display in a tight yellow bikini. The same Bikini that Karyn had worn to their beach trips for years now, but thanks to the power of the wishing stone, it had clearly seen an upscale in the same way that the chest they were meant to ensconce had. Jon had expected Karyn to start complaining about her wish endowments almost immediately, but despite that, she seemed more intent with catching up with Emily first.
Jon tried to listen in to the girls talking as Emily caught Karyn up on everything that happened during her family’s deployment overseas, but they seemed to be talking a mile a minute, and Jon just couldn’t keep up. So he let his mind wander while they talked, taking the chance to finish applying sunblock himself. Slapping it on his chest, shoulders and arms was pretty straightforward, but Jon wanted to take extra care with his borrowed legs.
Zoe was not exactly an outdoors person and her skin tone reflected that, the hairless feminine legs capped in toes with black toe polish were very, very white. Jon spent extra time making sure his legs were protected, so he wouldn’t return them to Zoe burnt. He carefully massaged the lotion into his calves, enjoying the sensation of soft skin under his hands as he gently stroked the muscles of his legs, carefully moving further and further down his legs to his girly feet, taking a moment to enjoy the sensation he got rubbing the moisture into his legs.
Coincidentally, Jon had finished putting the sunblock on and packing the container away as the girls had finally finished catching up on the last million years of human history. Amazingly despite their constant chatter, they also managed to finish getting ready.
“So”, Emily said finally, “What’s this 'crazy shit' you wanted to show me?” she asked.
Karyn looked at Jon a little hesitantly before describing the events yesterday. Jon and Karyn took turns explaining the background of the wishing stone, how Jon’s grandfather left it with a mysterious note and no other detail. The accidental wish Karyn made, everything. Jon however did leave out the wish he’d made afterwards, or the fact that he was not completely himself at the moment. Emily listened in bemusement at the story.
“That’s not possible”, she said finally, “I’ve known you forever, I remember you growing into those. I remember you always being blonde, even as a kid”
“Nope, was almost as red as you were yesterday”, Karyn replied, shrugging, “And these were half as annoying as they are now”, she gestured to her chest.
“Prove it”, Emily said defiantly.
Karyn looked at Jon expectantly, he matched her gaze for a moment and then shrugged, “I wasn’t going to bring the rock out here, too dangerous. It could get lost and then you’d never get back to normal”
Emily rolled her eyes, “Nice try you guys, not even remotely going to buy it”, she said.
Karyn looked at Jon, “well?”
