Zoe waited until they were off the bus and at home to ask Jon about his clothes. He surprisingly hadn't made any other wishes for the day, but it still was an early evening.
She managed to "even" out herself: slightly bigger bust and ass, better curves all around, and lost that big of fat that she couldn't get ride of too. She felt like the best version of herself, and did the same to her mom - who now was the MILF of the neighborhood. By hte end of the week, Jon would be joining them as hot women, though she wasn't sure what type of woman Jon would be yet.
"Nice shirt Jon," Zoe said. Damn, the stone must have been busted. It was supposed to give him girl's clothes. Even the sweatpants looked like a guys, though they were a little thinner... "I don't think you were wearing that this morning."
"No," Jon said, dropping his backpack by the door and heading up the stairs. He pulled off the shirt and slammed it into the washer before letting it go. He turned back to Zoe and said, "I got slushied before class even started. Had to borrow it from the lost and found."
"Oh, so why are you washing it right now?" Zoe asked, trying to get a good look at him but not too good to be caught staring. It was a slow change, and she wanted to see what had changed already.
Unfortunately, he didn't look that much different. He still looked skinny and like Jon. Nothing special.
Yet.
"Yeah, she wants it returned tonight."
"She?" Zoe's eyes widen at the word. Jon rolled his eyes but headed to his room. She followed him, hoping to hear more about this. "Who is she?"
"Sophomore. I think," Jon said, shrugging his shoulders. He grabbed a shirt from his closet and pulled it on. It didn't look much different from the one he just tossed into the wash, but that would be why she thought her wish didn't work. "Chloe Mitchell. You know her?"
Zoe's eyes would have fallen out if they could. "Yeah, but not well. We're not friends or anything." Jon just shrugged his shoulders and headed to his computer. Zoe stood in his room watching him move as she processed what he told her.
Jon getting Chloe Mitchell's shirt was too good to be true. She wasn't friends with Chloe, not directly anyway, and only knew the girl in passing, but it was enough to know what Jon was going to be in for.
Chloe Mitchell may have been shorter than her, probably 5'5'', and look like she was fat, but she wasn't. Zoe was in gym glass freshman year with her, and knew the girl wasn't fat - she just wore large clothing to hide her breasts. Apparently, it ran in her family or something, but her breasts were probably larger than most girls in school, including Karyn's. Most of the guys didn't notice because she never showed it off or wore such baggy clothing, but the girls knew or at least the ones in her year did and maybe her friends. She may grow out of wearing the too-large shirts, but that may not happen until she was in college. Their high school was too filled with immature assholes.
Watching Jon slowly grow very large breasts was going to be amusing.
Watching him struggle to figure out why and then be forced to handle them was going to hysterical.
Leaving Jon be for the moment, Zoe ran to her room and pulled the stone out of the hiding place. Locking her door, she waited for her heart to stop pounding as she held the stone. "I wish...," she started then stopped as the wish formed in her mind. She had to make it count, because she wouldn't be able to reverse it. "I wish Jon would not be able to wish away any changes that I prompt. I wish as Jon grew breasts, no one but him, Karyn and myself would think it is strange, and they would be unable to explain why." Looking at her stone, then her own clothes, she giggled before making another wish. "I wish Jon would also take on small aspects of the personalities and interests of the two girls Jon is changing into."
Once done, she hid the stone again before going over to computer. She wanted to see if she could tell how large Chloe was in some of the facebook and instagram pics up here, just to know how much she could tease Jon over the next few days. At the very least, she wanted to guess how Jon was going to change.
She still didn't know whose sweatpants Jon was wearing, and that could be just as fun as watching him grow his own breasts.
