They had only taken a few steps down the hall when Mikey got an idea. He muttered under his breath, thinking about the stone which had grown warm when he made the accidental wish, "I wish I was wearing clothes that fit my new..." Mikey flushed when he got to the last bit, unable to finish the sentence. The stone apparently got it, though, because it grew warm and suddenly the tight feeling on his boobies ceased.
Miss Grant stopped, looking back at Mikey, who had stopped walking. "Don't need to go to the bathroom anymore, honey?" He nodded and followed her still, ignoring a strange feeling at his legs, unwilling to look down just yet. Soon, Miss Grant led him into a bathroom, and he froze, staring at the mirror. He was wearing a pink cable-knit sweater with a white bra visible underneath, a pink knee-length skirt with white hose underneath, and white flats with a bit of a sparkle to them.
Mikey looked at Miss Grant standing in the door. She was wearing the same thing! He reached for the rock in his pocket, realizing too late he didn't HAVE pockets anymore! The ten-year-old boy in white and pink girls' clothes with big boobies that looked ridiculous on him didn't have any room for pockets. But how did girls carry their stuff? He went over to a urinal for now; suddenly he did need to pee. Lifting up the skirt, he pulled it out, and Miss Grant spoke from the bathroom door, "No, honey! You're supposed to sit down and pee, remember? I'm sorry, but rules are rules."
He stared at her, mouth wide. He had to sit and pee like a girl?! She didn't seem to be willing to argue, so he went into a stall, pulling his skirt up around his waist and dropping his... pink panties... to his knees. He pulled them back up easily after he finished, and walked out with Miss Grant, going back to class and wondering where the rock was.
