Jon slowly blinked his eyes open, only to close them quickly as the sun was shining directly into his eyes. Jon hissed through clenched teeth as he turned away from the window, rubbing his eyes trying to get them to moisten back up. He then opened his teary eyes and began blinking them again, only to get rid of the spots in his vision.
'Ow," he thought to himself, 'That's never happened before. The sun never usually shines directly in my eyes, it usually lands on my chest.'
As he was thinking it, Jon moved his hand toward his chest, when it encountered something that hadn't been there before. Something, a pair of firm, round something's were jutting from his chest. Jon immediately sat up straight, absentmindedly brushing hair from his eyes with one hand, while feeling his chest with the other. It was only then that his shocked and startled brain registered that his knees were also pressing into his chest while his feet were touching the floor.
"What th- ACK!" Jon yelped at the sound of his voice as he slapped his hand over his lips. His voice, instead of its usual baritone, was a few octaves higher than usual. Jon was beginning to panic.
'What the heck is going on? What happened to me?' As he finished that thought sequence, his sleep addled brain finally remembered the events from last night.
Jon leapt to his feet and dashed over to a full length mirror in the corner of his room, neither noticing that he had done so quicker than usual, or that the very mirror he stood in front of hadn't been there before. Jon then stared into the mirror and stared at his reflection for a few seconds.
"AHHHHHHH!" Jon shrieked as she stared in fear at her new reflection.
Dark violet waist long hair hung from her head and framed a face that could only be considered pretty and very feminine. Large blue eyes glistened under thin purple arches and long lashes, A thin dainty nose rested between two smooth bronze cheeks and a pair of luscious lips hung open in shock, revealing two rows of perfectly straight teeth. On each cheek, below the eyes, was what looked like a pair of tattooed blue triangles. They stretched down both cheeks and curved just before ending in a point.
A white Yukata - 'How do I know what this is called?' - clung to Jon's small, but curvy frame. It flowed over her curves, hugging her breasts which looked to be D-cups, its belt knotted around a trim waist, and glided over wide hips and a rounded rear then down long shapely legs. Jon could only stare in shock at her new reflection, her new hot reflection.
"I-I can't believe it," She whispered to herself, "What exactly did the wish do?"
Before Jon could answer her own question, her bedroom door was slid - slid? - open. A woman with her brown hair done up in a knee length braid, wearing a skin tight fuschia V-necked sleeveless top over a fishnet shirt with elbow length sleeves and hemline that ended and inch below the bottom of the top, leaving her slim and toned waist bare. Her DD-cup breasts valley of cleavage proudly on display. A pair of black spandex shorts hugged her shapely waist underneath a grey miniskirt that reach her mid-thighs. Strapped to the woman's right thigh was a small pouch over some bandages and she wore a pair of knee high black sandals. She wore black fingerless gloves on her hands and a black head band with a metal plate that had three horizontal wavy lines carved into it. She also wore an open grey colored vest with manny pockets over her clothes, a Jounin vest. 'How do I know what that is?' Jon asked herself.
"Jin? Honey are you alright?" the woman asked Jon with a worried look on her familiar face. "I thought I heard you scream in here."
