Jon looked around his room. Nothing seemed to have changed. He shrugged, and decided to go to bed, maybe the change would come in the morning... And it did...
He woke up the next day wearing his white spaghetti strap tank top and pink boyshorts that he usually slept in. He preferred boyshorts to panties because they just seemed more comfortable to him. He envied girls and how they got to wear briefs and boxers and didn't have to wear bras or make-up. He hated having to keep his legs and armpits shaved, while girls could just pretty much be free...
He got up to go to the bathroom, passing his sister Zoe in the hall. She was just wearing only boxers, her breasts bouncing freely as she walked passed him and said, "Outta my way, lez!"
Jon hated when she called him that. Zoe was the only one who knew about Jon's secret, that he enjoyed dressing up in girls' clothing. She had once caught him in his room, wearing a suit and tie. He couldn't help it, he just loved the way it felt, he hated wearing lacy and frilly boys' clothes.
He went into the bathroom and groaned. Zoe had left the toilet seat down again. He was sick of that. He lifted the seat and relieved himself. He was about to shave his legs, when he remembered he now had the rock and could fix some things... He went back to his room and held it in his hand and said, "I wish all my clothes would turn into girls' clothes."
There was a flash, and before he could investigate fully, Zoe barged into the room. Jon was shocked, had she heard the wish? Did she know?
