An hour and a half later, they got back to Mikey's house, thoroughly annoyed with their experience that morning. After a quick check of the kitchen table for the rock, Mikey decided that Jon probably found it and took it back, and they just headed up to Mikey's room.
By that point, John was thoroughly angry and in a complaining mood, about anything and everything that had pissed him off in the past, Mikey figured, week or so. "I hate how kids aren't allowed to do anything or go anywhere. I hate how hot it is outside. I hate how mean Miss Grant is sometimes." True, their teacher was stern, but she was also drop-dead beautiful. Perfect figure, perfect face, beautiful, firm breasts. With Mikey's limited experience, he guessed they were D's.
"...hate stuck-up teacher's pets like Adam and Mary." Mikey stopped John, annoyed with his endless stream of complaints. "Wait. School sucks but it isn't ALL bad. What do you like about it?" John suddenly fell silent, thinking. A grin spread across his face as he answered. "I like Miss Grant's tits."
It was at that moment that Mikey remembered John's wish, and gasped. "John, your wish! You wished you'd get whatever you liked! That means..." He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. John leaned back on Mikey's bed, staring down at himself, petrified.
Nothing was happening to John, but Mikey's chest was starting to feel itchy. He was burning. Fearing the worst, he stared downward, watching carefully, not wanting to see it but unable to look away. His shirt was slowly being pushed outward, his chest slowly expanding.
"John, the wish went wrong! It hurts!" He closed his eyes, trying to push out the pain, and after a few minutes the pain ended. Sweat was trickling down his face when he opened them again, down his arms, and between his... no. He closed his eyes again. "John. Feel my chest."
Mikey felt a hand on his... on him. It stayed there for barely a second before it left. "Can I see 'em?" He heard John's eager voice, and opened his eyes to glare. "Pervert!" John shrunk back a bit. "No, no! Just to make sure there's nothing wrong with 'em, you know?"
He sighed and jumped off his bed, wincing as his chest jiggled painfully. He put his hands over them reflexively, and resigned himself to what he felt. He had breasts. And he was curious too, now. "In the bathroom. Hurry!"
Mikey ran out of the room as fast as he could without too much discomfort, darting into the bathroom and pulling his shirt up over his head. He tossed it on the floor as John came in, and looked in the mirror. Hanging from his chest were two milky globes of flesh, tipped with pink nipples. The skintone was lighter than Mikey's where they started, the same color as the beautiful pale Miss Grant.
Admiring his new breasts in the mirror, he barely noticed someone else walking down the hall. "Mikey?! What happened to you?" He turned to the open bathroom door to see...
