Jon stepped into the bathroom to get ready for the day. He stopped in front of the mirror. His eyes were on his chest, where his nipples were. He had felt a little jiggling after he had gotten up but had been ignoring it. But he couldn't ignore it now. Something was going on.
His areola seemed to have gotten a little darker and larger. But that wasn't what had caught his attention. The skin underneath it looked a little puffy. Almost like he was growing...
No!
It definitely looked like he was growing tits. "I wish I knew if I was growing breasts."
He was
"I wish I wasn't growing breasts." This time the stone did not flash. Growing frustrated he made another wish. "I wish I knew why I was growing breasts."
This time it took several unnaturally long seconds for the stone to flash. That was strange. It always flashed instantly. Something was not...
The stone flashed and Jon's mind filled with unlikely knowledge. He completely forgot his earlier observation.
He had wished that the clothes from yesterday fit more comfortably. But he hadn't wished for that. He heard scrambling and cursing on the other side of the wall where Zoe's room was, which he ignored. No something fishy was definitely going on and he was going to get to the botto...
He felt the familiar compulsion that forced his eyes shut when a wish was made. He hadn't made a wish though. Still, he didn't really care as it was as if a fog had lifted in his mind. How could he have forgotten that wish for the clothes to fit comfortably.
Strange... Still didn't explain why he was growing breasts. "I wish I understood what the wish from yesterday had to do with me not being able to wish I wasn't growing breasts". This time the stone flashed immediately. Like normal.
Oooooh. The clothes would fit comfortably if his body was shaped properly to fit them. Fuck.
It was not like he could do much about it at the moment. He was running late for the bus. The bus which he had missed yesterday forcing him to walk him in the cold.
He quickly shrugged on a shirt, sweatpants, and hoodie. All of which were baggy and would conceal the imminent changes to Jon's body. Buying him enough time to fix this whole situation.
Shutting the door behind him he left his room in a bit of a disarray. What most stood out was the pile of clothes in the middle of his floor. Clothes that were not really Jon's style, and on closer inspection were made for women.
The booty shorts which Jon had used as makeshift boxers. They had belonged to Nadia Kovalchuk, the Ukrainian exchange student. Whenever she walked by horny eyes would follow, trained on her ass. It was said, quite truly, that she had the best ass in the whole school. Though she was more known for how studious she was, having already been accepted to a few Ivy League schools.
The jeans which were pretty nondescript. They had been owned by Anna Hughes. She was quite tall and had fabulously long legs. Legs that her boyfriend really appreciated. It was not widely known though that her relationship with her boyfriend was on the rocks. He had been getting tired of the sex of all things. Turned out that Anna had an astronomical sex drive. One that far outstretched a normal female or male sex drive. In fact, in a month or so her boyfriend would walk in on her fucking a female college student. Causing a instant, very public breakup which would have the school roaring with gossip.
The purple tank top. The one with Maddison L. sharpied on the tag. The same Maddison that was extremely fit and skinny. It was kind of sad in a way. The only friends Maddison had were the people she worked out with. Her lack of friends would culminate in a diagnosis of depression in her sophomore year of college. Maybe that wouldn't happen if she wasn't at the gym 6 days a week and actually got out and talked to people.
The t-shirt with the dice on it. So large to accommodate Chloe Mitchell's large endowments. The same Chloe Mitchell that would be doing better in school if she cut back on the video games a bit.
The zip-up hoodie. A hoodie that upon closer inspection was clearly fit for a woman. They had been Malina Fuentes' a rather averagely built girl with a very attractive face. It seemed everyone was her friend. She was a natural leader and well-liked by all. Her stunning face and likable personality could land her in Hollywood but she was destined to be the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. Her tenure would be remembered as the golden years of said company. Her job and personality would make her a household name along with other charismatic CEOs of the present like Elon Musk or Tim Cook.
Not that Jon knew any of this as he climbed the steps of the bus. Ignoring a jiggling in his chest which had, in the limited time, gotten worse.
