"And how's my daughter feeling this morning?" Victoria's mother asked as she came ambling down the stairs, her freshly-formed breasts bouncing as she went.
"Like a new woman!" chirped Victoria happily. "Only...I don't have anything to wear." She had bathed and put on fresh make-up before coming downstairs, and was now clad only in a bath towel.
"I can help on that front," announced Zoe.
"Aren't you supposed to be at school?" Victoria questioned.
"I told her she could stay home today," their mother answered. "Afterall, I'm going to need someone to help with your training."
"And I think that part of her training should be getting some new clothes; I'd hate for Victoria to go around thinking that she can just go on wearing my clothes forever. But I suppose that for just this once..." She said, feigning exasperation.
"Lead-on, sister-of-mine," Victoria quipped, stooping low to pick-up the wishing stone from where it had been placed last night by her mother. She hoped that no one had misused it.
**** *
"And this is called a 'bra,'" announced Zoe as if talking to a moron. "You put it on your boobs and it helps to hold them up."
Both girls giggled at this pronouncement; Zoe helped her sister do up the clasp at the back.
"It's a little uncomfortable," said Victoria.
"That's because it's mine. You'll like it better when you get one that fits you."
Victoria admired how black and lacy the garment was. Unfortunately, she couldn't say the same thing about the panties, which were yet another pair of Aunt Esther's horrid pink "gifts."
"So about this stone of yours," began Zoe.
"Yes?"
"You say it can do anything?"
"Not quite; it can't undo anything."
"Ah. I see. So you couldn't use it to turn yourself back into a boy."
Victoria felt a wave of revulsion shoot through her body. "Why would I want to be a boy?"
"Good point," her sister commented. "I meant hypothetically though."
"Well...I guess I could, since I never directly wished to be a girl."
"What did you wish?" Asked Zoe out of curiousity.
"I wished that... something interesting would happen." Said Victoria, a bit sheepishly.
"Isn't that kind of a dumb thing to wish?"
"Well, that's another reason I'm glad I'm not a stupid boy anymore." Both girls laughed. Victoria pulled-on a pair of her sister's black leggings and a low-cut charcoal grey top, eager to show off her new assets.
"From being male to proudly showing off cleavage in just two days," Zoe remarked with appreciation.
"Well I am proud!" said victoria. "In fact that little conversation we had just now reminds me of something..."
Victoria took the wishing stone up in her hand: "I wish that I was now a girl permamenantly and could not be changed back into a male, under any circumstances; that not even a sex change operation would work on me."
She lowered her rock and smiled at her sister, now irreversibly female. "Now then...what's say we go and fix my room with this thing?"
