"Normally I'd say the usual places but I can't decide whether or not I want you and it's driving me nuts," Jon said under his breath, blushing brightly. "Sorry, Trev, I know that's really creepy."
"Nah, not at all. I know you're curious. Wanna take me up on my offer for that lesbo action, eh?" she asked, sounding hopeful, though whether that was because she was uncomfortable with a guy, Jon didn't know.
"When my grandpa died," he began, looking around for people nearby and seeing none, "he left me something." He took the stone out of his pocket, and before Trevor could ask, he continued, "It's a wishing stone. You're not gonna believe me. But tell me one minor thing you'd want right now."
Trevor immediately said, "I want what I picked out in there," hooking a thumb back to the store.
"I wish you were wearing that lingerie you tried on a few minutes ago, instead of the underwear you have on now." They both looked away and rubbed their eyes, like there was something in them.
"Wow, holy shit," she exclaimed, looking at the highly visible red bra through her white tank top. "It actually happened. This feels good. Can I see it?"
Jon nodded, handing it to her, with a feeling he was forgetting something. Oh well, it'll come.
"I wish you knew what this felt like," she said, and suddenly Jon was looking at himself. He was bombarded with a dozen different feelings at once and he didn't know which one to focus on; the suddenly-huge breasts in a tight bra, the tight tank top and skirt, the cleavage and majority of his legs exposed, the makeup on his face and the long hair, the towering heels, or the absence of protruding flesh between his legs. His own face stared at him, mouth open, and he felt like screaming.
Scream he did. "FUCK!" Everyone within earshot was staring at him, but that was the absolute last thing on his mind. He breathed heavily, quickly, trying not to make a wish against Trevor.
"It's alright, calm down, I'll just wish you back!" Trevor whispered, reaching out. "Just give me the stone."
Jon pulled Trevor into the store. "It doesn't work like that," he said with a shaking voice. "Wishes are permanent. I didn't tell you that, I don't know why, I forgot, so I'm stuck like this."
Trevor smiled. "Uh, no you're not. I wish we were in my room," he said, putting his hand on the stone. Their surroundings suddenly changed, becoming rather familiar; Trevor's room, naturally, except with a large box that looked like an all-metal phone booth in the corner. "Ta-da!" he exclaimed, pointing to the box. "New toy. Actually belongs to my parents but I asked to borrow it. We can change you back with this. Strip."
"What?" Jon said, in that jarring male voice.
"You heard me. Strip. Need to be naked to use it. Don't worry, I'm sure we can fix this."
Jon set the stone down and removed the tank top, looking down at his cleavage in the straining red bra. Trevor moved behind him and removed the bra, and he breathed deeply, sighing in relief. They sagged a bit, a very disconcerting feeling, but they were free. "Fuck, I'm hot," Trevor said, grinning and putting his hand down his pants. Jon blushed but didn't say anything, pretending he didn't see it and proceeding to step out of the skirt and panties, very carefully in the heels. The spike heels were last, and he looked at Trevor after they were off.
"What now?"
Trevor went over to the machine, and a keyboard and screen folded out of formerly uniform metal; he began to type on the keyboard, quickly creating an image of his original self on the screen. "Hop in," he said, pointing to the door on its side. Jon did so, ignoring the jiggling of his bare breasts and the alien way his hips and legs moved. The door closed and he suddenly began to sweat. What if that wasn't supposed to happen? What if Trevor changed the image then him? What if--
A blinding flash filled his vision, and when it faded, he couldn't see, or hear, or feel anything at all other than a sensation something like seeing himself being dissected and rearranged in front of him. The feeling faded mercifully quickly, but it was replaced by an agonizing shock. He wanted to scream but had no mouth to do so, and when the shock ended as quickly as it began, he could suddenly feel again. Trevor's hand grasped his and pulled him out of the machine before he could make sense of what had happened, looking him up and down. "Oh, goddamnit, my parents are never gonna let me hear the end of this..."
