Another shower, this one much more rushed. Jon made sure to clean every crevice, every nook, but didn't bother taking his time with his more pleasurable areas. He was, after all, on the clock.
Make sure you are ready for presentation in forty-five minutes, Mommy had said, make sure you get it right.
Normally Jon would have taken his mother's instructions as more of a suggestion, especially since there was no way he wanted to be adopted by some suitor, whatever that meant. Now, in this bizarre reality where men have huge tits and cocks, and are frequently made to cum by their flat-chested mothers, Jon had no choice. As soon as his mother had given him instructions, Jon's willpower had vanished. He had one thing to do, one thing to focus on, and he was going to get it right.
The problem was that Jon didn't know what that meant. He stared into his closet, filled with clothing, each outfit as abbreviated, as perverted, as the next, but Jon didn't know what his mother meant by getting it right. Did she mean slutty? Did she mean seductive? Was it something specific, or would any outfit do?
Panic began to rise in his throat. He turned his body to see the clock on his night stand, causing his breasts to jiggle. He only had ten minutes left before he was expected downstairs! That's when he saw it.
The wishing stone!
He ran to his nightstand, penis flopping, breasts bouncing, and picked it up. He was saved. With this stone, Jon could finally wish himself out of the hell he had been living. It would be the solution to all of his problems!
Holding it tight to his chest, and squeaking in his high-pitched voice, he said his wish.
"I wish that i was ready for presentation for my suitors and that I would be perfectly ready for adoption."
The stone flashed, and Jon's heart fell. What had he done? As his eyes cleared from the bright light, he saw exactly what had happened...
