Karyn stared at her friend, Jon. A look of elation was on his face, his eyes tearing up with joy. It wasn't his eyes, however, that had Karyn's gaze affixed on him.
The wish Jon had whispered had done its work. From the waist up he was exactly the same, wide shoulders, ratty metal band t-shirt, two day scruff. Below the waist, on the other hand, Jon was a changed man. His pants were gone, replaced by a tartan-style pleated skirt, the type a school-girl would wear. The front of it was slowly beginning to tent, indicating that Jon's wish had obviously fulfilled his wish-induced fetish.
Jon's hips were wider, and his ass was rounder. Without the indication of the growing erection, Karyn would have guessed that he was female. Below the hem of his skirt, a white pair of stockings encased Jon's now smooth, sexy legs. And on Jon's feet, the object of Jon's affection, was a pair of patent black, high-heeled Mary-Janes.
Karyn looked up to see Mr. Ingol, the history teach walk into the room to begin class. His dress shirt and tie, as usual, were neat and tidy. Below his waist, however, a tight black pencil skirt, and a pair of black, open toed, high-heeled shoes. Only a slight bulge in the front of the skirt showed Karyn that he was still, technically, male.
Her eyes darted this way and that, and every boy in the class, every boy in town, she guessed, was now dressed similarly. Normal top, below the belt looking female in every way except one. On every male foot was a high-heeled shoe. Every. Single. One.
Glancing over at Jon again, she noticed, with alarm, that his erection was so big that his skirt was riding up, exposing far too much of his legs, even his groin. Jon's eyes were closed, his one foot rubbing his shoe against the back of his other leg, and beginning to moan. Around her people were beginning to notice the boy's display. She had to do something.
Quickly snatching the stone from her friend's hand, she wished...
