"I wish Zoe dressed and acted like a normal girl," he said, spitefully.
There was a flash, and Jon immediately noticed three things.
First, to his relief, the music had stopped.
Second, to his surprise, the walls of his room and the furniture inside it looked completely different!
Third, to his horror, he was wearing a bra and panties!
The bra was silk, frilly and flat against his totally male chest, which looked the same as it ever did but for the fact it was now smooth and lacking in hair. It was as he investigated his new underwear that Jon noticed his fingernails were longer and coated with a clear varnish. He also felt the weight of his hair shift on his head and a long fringe flop in front of his eyes. His panic rising, Jon hurried over to his mirror for a better look.
Jon saw that he remained completely male, but for some reason he was wearing girl's underwear and his hair was styled in a very feminine fashion "“ shoulder-length, full of body and with long wavy bangs that fell to the right of his face.
His hands covered his mouth in surprise, which certainly expressed how he was feeling right now but not in a way he typically would.
"Holy shit," he gasped in a soft tone. "I can't let anyone see me like this!"
He then intended to add, "I look like a chick! I need to figure out why I'm wearing a bra," ...but for reasons he didn't understand, the words that left his lips were, "I look gross! I need to do my make-up."
Make-up?? Had he really just said that?
Jon turned from the mirror and his eyes spotted the beauty kit on the dresser, next to where he'd dropped the wishing stone. He reached for the stone with fixing his femininity at the forefront of his mind, but suddenly found he'd grabbed the make-up bag. He tried to put it down, but instead began rifling through the bag for foundation. Jon began to quickly apply make-up to his face. While his brain was crying out how wrong this was, he just couldn't seem to stop himself. The more he tried to fight it, the more his body just took over and did its own thing. His hands worked quickly and with great accuracy, plucking just the right shades from the bag and applying them without hesitation. Like he'd been doing this for years...
A few minutes later, it was done. Jon was astonished by how feminine his face looked when it was plastered with make-up. Gentle lilac eyeshadow and lash-boosting mascara really brought out his eyes. Peach lipstick accentuated his mouth. Jon's face looked like a girl, and it terrified him. Why was he doing this?
Jon kicked off his feminine underwear and headed over to his closet. He was aghast to find all his clothes replaced by women's clothing. Jon didn't want to wear any of it, but when his mind tried to turn away from the feminine collection his body reached in and grabbed something instead.
With unceremonious speed he found himself wearing a clean set of matching bra and panties. The new pair were less frilly but somehow even girlier. They were a violet cotton fabric, with both the cups and the front of the briefs were printed with a pattern of little white hearts.
A pair of stockings came next. They covered almost his whole legs, stopping a few inches from his groin. Then Jon, to his horror, reached for a skirt "“ a short, pleated and pink thing that was around his waist before he could fight it off. The more Jon rebellled, the less control he had over his own actions. He donned a dark belly tee that concealed his bra but left his midriff exposed, over which he put on a baggy cardigan made from the pinkest wool.
Jon slipped on a pair of Mary Janes, which alarmed him as it surely meant he was planning on leaving the house in this get-up and there was nothing he could seem to do about it.
Hesitanyly, Jon returned to look himself in the mirror. The skirt hid the bulge in his panties. Aside from his uncurvy figure and his male chest, he looked convincingly like a girl!
"Fuck, this isn't right" he muttered with a feminine lilt, which succinctly summed up his internal thoughts on the situation. At least until he tried to speak again and found himself saying, "I nearly forgot my piercings!"
Piercings?? Inside his head, Jon wailed as the rest of his body expertly adorned flashy earrings to his lobes. Even worse, he only discovered he had a navel piercing when his hands inserted a butterfly-shaped stud there.
Jon didn't know why or how, but clearly that wish he'd made had been broken... he'd asked for Zoe to act like a normal girl, but now he was the one acting normal AND a girl!
Jon finall retrieved the wishing stone from the dresser. He had hoped this was progress, but instead he found himself packing the stone into a pocket in his girly book bag.
He desperately wanted to try to fix this situation, but in that moment realised he couldn't "“ because his body was wholly committed to doing a faithful impersonation of a typical teenage girl. Without control over his own voice he wouldn't be able to make the wishes he wanted and needed to make, and a typical teenage girl would never spontaneously wish "to be a guy again", would she?
Jon, a scared observer in his own cross-dressing body, could only watch as he slung the bag over his shoulder and left his bedroom to head for school...
