(Authors Note: I like this storyline, and I wanted to rewrite it a bit, fix up loose plotholes and various gramatical errors here. I have no desire to "Steal" the idea from the original authors... just spruce it up a bit).
"...wearing a dress", Jon stated, looking himself down.
Where he had a pair of faded jeans on when he made the wish, his now bare legs were on display for their hariness, around his waist a black miniskirt snugly fit over his hips, ending barely below the thigh.
Karyn stifled a giggle, "It's, uh, definently you Jon", she muttered.
"Thanks", Jon replied sarcastically, but with a hint of mischief, "Maybe you can get the next door"
Jon finished looking himself over, it was surprisingly comfortable for him to be wearing the dress, even though he knew it was obviously not normal for him. He guessed the house must have adjusted the clothing to fit his body too.
Jon could still see the noticible buldge from his genitals pushing through the fabric of the dress, making it appear as if he was hiding a cricket ball in his underpants.
"Are we excited? Doing something naughty?", Karyn smirked as she noticed Jon's crotch, "You didn't wear your sister's clothes when she wasn't home?"
Jon blushed, "No", he replied, trying to swing the situation back in his direction, "I'm just naturally big. You should know that". Jon stuck his tongue out as he finished.
Karyn sighed, typical male libido, she thought.
"So now what?", she asked.
Jon started walking, heading down the hallway to the stairs, "Well, there's no reason to stand around in the hallway when we have a perfectly good TV downstairs", he said over his shoulder.
Karyn followed after him.
