He slowly moved his head and looked at his chest. On his shirt, he saw the same tag that was on Susan, but it was changing...
As was the fabric beneath it. He focused on the nametag. "Hi, my name is Jennifer." His favorite shirt was turning into a bra. Even more disturbingly, the bra was filling with expanding flesh, until it fit snugly around his new cleavage.
He nearly stumbled as his sneakers reformed into a pair of heels. His pant legs split at the seams, riding up his legs and merging together to form a dress, which covered up the bra that had been his shirt. He could feel his bones shifting, and flesh appearing or distributing itself.
It was painful and erotic at the same time, as Jon...Jennifer made her transition not only into womanhood, but into adulthood. She remembered Sarah's mother was some sort of model.
She was still Jon at the core. And the fact she'd made the wish that started this may or may not have made her more immune, but she looked down at herself in satisfaction and disgust. This felt right. The idea she was some teenage boy seemed wrong, even though she intellectually knew it was right.
She didn't even care where her old nametag had gone...
