Jon felt his body shifting, slimming down even as his muscles took on more definition than he had ever had in his life. He shrank a few inches, from 5'9" to 5'5", his hair growing from it's normal short style to his shoulders. His face itched as it twisted, his nose becoming more feminine, lips plumping slightly and nose shrinking down. His chest pushed out into two c-cup breasts and his stomach became flat with the same sort of definition his arms now had. His hips and ass expanded, becoming as feminine as his upper body had, while his waist pulled in. His junk contorted, pulling inward and turning into a vagina. His legs became shapely and toned, and his feet shrank down.
His clothes followed suit, his shirt changing from a tee to a tanktop with a sports bra beneath while his jeans became tighter, clinging to his, or rather her, new curves.
The change rippled out, changing her room. Her bedding and walls became more feminine, the clothes that were tossed here and there became girls clothes, and she could see the clothes in her closet do the same. On her closet door hung a uniform with her last name on it, and she recognized it as the uniform the volleyball team wore. A very short sleeved tee and shorts that were short enough that all of the guys appreciated passing by the practice.
The feeling ended, and Jen took a few long breaths, looking down at the stone. "What the hell?" she asked, looking at it. She opened her mouth, ready to speak a wish, but paused. Her wish had been loose, which could be to her benefit or her detriment. She could maybe manage to turn herself back with the right wording, but if the stone decided things were vague enough that all of this was 'part of the wish', would that leave her stuck?
Resolving herself, Jen gripped the stone. "I wish to be my normal self."
Biff's phone buzzed again, and he huffed in annoyance. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it. Another notification from that dumb site? He opened it up and looked at it.
Wish: I wish to be my normal self.
He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the message. Was this some sort of game that had gotten downloaded onto his phone without him realizing? Was this in response to his previous answer? The game trying to, like, make it seem like it wanted to go back to normal after him... what? Making it an athlete? Why would someone care about that? Getting into shape, being able to be part of a team. Hell, if the wish were actually real and it led to the teams being better, then they'd even get to win. That could lead to scholarships at the best, and at the worst it was still a good thing to put on college applications.
He rolled his eyes and thought over how to answer. Finally, he entered his answer.
