There was definitely a few things Jon had in mind in terms of future wishes. As much as he enjoyed the experience so far, he started realising that he had slightly too much control for this to satisfy his... masochistic interests. And that needed sorting out.
Jon felt his heartbeat accelerate in the excitement of knowing just how irreversibly he was going to fuck himself over.
But first, he needed to make sure that his new life wouldn't get derailed by a mishap of someone realising that he wasn't actually the woman he was making himself to be. He needed to make one... practical, functional wish before he let himself go wild.
He bent down to pick up the wishing rock feeling the fat on his chest bunch up and dangle as he did. This was going to take some getting used to.
"I wish that I retained all my original memories, but could remember specific things from the life of the woman I'm becoming, by explicitly trying to recall them."
Jon hoped this would work the way he intended. He didn't want his head to automatically start filling with memories that weren't his own. But he still wanted to have access to the memories he would have acquired in his new life. Both to make the transition into it practically easier, but also plainly to not let people around him figure out that something was off, as they see the woman they've known for so long suddenly unaware of basic things about her own life.
Jon didn't feel anything, apart from a brief warming of the wishing stone. So he needed to try something simple to find if his wish worked.
He looked around for a subject to test his new recall with and as he did his peripheral vision caught the prominent mounds of his chest he still wasn't used to seeing there. He cupped his left breast once more, barely able to contain the just-bigger-than-average boob in his now dainty hand. He tried recalling what size they were - something he assumed the woman he had become would know.
32E
The knowledge of the size was just there, no frills. He thought about his cup size and he knew they were 32E. It kinda surprised him. Usually people talked about D-cups being huge and the breasts he saw in the mirror, though definitely on a larger side weren't huge. He tried reaching into the memories of his new life once again to see what knowledge of bra sizing he can recall.
'32' is the band size, which corresponds to a circumference of one's ribcage, and the 'E' is a cup size which corresponds to how much bigger the measurement around boobs is compared to the ribcage. The smaller the band size, the smaller each 'E' or 'C' would be. So an A cup on a large 38 band ribcage would have more tit volume than a C cup on a 32.
"Huh, that's interesting" He muttered quietly. He didn't expect there would be so much to bra sizing. But he guessed it kinda made sense? There were so many different shapes and sizes around. But he still found it weird that all he heard about was 'A's, 'C's and 'D's. Why was that?
Most women in America wear badly fitted bra. 32E isn't exactly right for me either cause I'm a bit smaller band but in-between sizes are tough to find. I used to wear a 36C, which was equivalent volume but wrong band size, until I got properly fitted after nursing Amber.
Jon paused and froze like a deer in headlights. Sure, there was an answer for his bra sizing questions there. But there was something more there. Amber.
He tried recalling anything about his offspring. Just the basic facts.
I've got two daughters: Amber who is 13 and Lucy who is 7. Amber is a tomboy just starting her rebellious phase. Lucy is an absolute sweetheart, very calm and composed for her age. My husband David loves them very much but still wants to try for a boy.
Still frozen in place, Jon felt his heart beat even faster. There it was. He, Jon Gibson, for all intents and purposes still thinking of himself as a teenage boy, was now remembering his husband and "trying for kids" with him. That was... a lot.
