Jon stood in his room staring at his dresser, shaking and confused. His mother spent the better part of the last hour tearing into him for being out, doing drugs, getting girls pregnant, and all of the other terrible things parents worry their delinquent teenage kids might be doing at 1am. The problem was that none of it made sense. His mom accused him of being on drugs because he looked like he was wasting away. Then she noticed he seemed to be growing breasts, and started grilling him on that too.
"Maybe it would have been better to tell mom about Tiffany," thought Jon wistfully. Jon shuddered involuntarily at the thought of dropping that on his mom. "Still," he mused, "now mom thinks I'm transitioning or behind her back with some illicit drug dealer and I'm going to the doctor for drug testing first thing tomorrow. Maybe the Tiffany talk would still be better."
Jon reached into his pocket and somewhat reluctantly pulled out the stone. Given all the changes that seemed to happen from his last wish, he was wary of complicating things more by adding to it. Steeling himself, Jon said aloud "I'm certainly not going to get drug tested and studied for spontaneously turning into a girl."
Jon had spent a good deal of time thinking out this wish. He felt comfortable with his sudden transition into womanhood, and didn't want it to stop. However, he wasn't sure what wish he could make for everyone to just accept his transformation. "For that matter," he reasoned to himself, "how did they even notice his transition if his wish for something interesting to happen was causing this? Either way, coming up with a long-term fix for this isn't going to happen tonight. I can at least give myself some more time to think until I can discuss it with Karen tomorrow"
Jon squeezed the stone in his hand and said, "I wish mom had fallen asleep waiting for me to come home on the couch, and that I successfully snuck past her into my room without her noticing." Jon felt the stone grow warm, and his memories of the fight with his mother faded in his memory somewhat. He still remembered the fight, but it felt more like recalling a dream. He also noticed his arousal flooded back from Karen's intense study of his pussy and his equally detailed study of her penis. Those memories were now much more vivid in his mind.
Frustrated that even a simple wish like that could backfire, he stashed the stone in his dresser drawer. Then, Jon stripped down and dressed in his baggy winter pajamas just in case his mom came in to check on him in the morning. Hopefully that way she wouldn't notice his feminized body if she does. He quickly glanced over his reflection in the mirror and nodded approvingly at his disguise. He then grabbed his phone, turned off the lights, and flopped into his bed. He quickly typed out a text to Karen telling her he was home and that he wanted to get together with her to talk tomorrow. He noticed it was now much closer to 1am than 2am since the lecture never happened, and absently registered the faint buzz of someone receiving a text in the background. He put his phone down and absently played with his enlarged clit, still feeling horny from the night's activities.
Jon nearly jumped out of his skin as a hand wrapped around his mouth and felt a face pull up close to his ear, shushing him. "You're such a little tease, Jon," whispered Karen's voice in his ear. "Be quiet or you'll wake your mom. Do you still want to see what my dick tastes like?" she asked.
Jon turned from fear to fury as his heart-rate dropped back down to the relaxed rate of a full sprint instead of axe murderer in his bedroom as he faced Karen. "What the fuck, Karen!?!? You scared the shit out of me. And what makes you think I want your dick anywhere near my mouth"
Unperturbed, Karen smiled apologetically at him. "Oh come on, I felt you breathing all over it. I could smell you wanted it. Tell me I'm wrong and I'll leave, and I'll never bother you about this again. But I've been waiting for you to ask me out for like a year now, and since now I apparently wear the pants and now you have the cute ass, I am telling you I want you and am done with letting Tiffany have you," said Karen.
Jon was just about to call Karen a dirty voyeur and a pervert, but Karen moved faster; leaning in and kissing him full on the lips. Feeling overwhelmed by Karen's confession, all of the things he had been worrying about tonight, and the shock of the sudden kiss, Jon melted into Karen's strong embrace. He pulled into her as Karen's strong arms wrapped protectively around him. He felt smaller somehow, enveloped by Karen's body as Karen's tongue explored his mouth. Karen was here now, and she would help make everything right. He needed this.
