Jon stood, completely naked, self-conscious and terrified, as the President of the United States scrutinised him.
"Why, this man looks almost like a woman!" she said at last.
"I would go further than that, Madame President." Added General Cocksmoker, a petit, busty blond in a low cut military uniform. "I would go as far to say this wretched fellow has barely any manhood left at all!"
Jon's face flushed red and he instinctively moved his hands to cover his privates. It was cold in here and he was starting to feel it.
Dr Trixie Spotswood gently moved his hand aside as she responded to the General, "He is still technically male, General. He had just enough manhood, where it counts."
"How did this happen, Doctor?" the President asked, then turned to Jon. Obviously noting his frightened expression, she said intimately, "Why do you have a penis, Jon?"
"Er " Jon looked to the scientist beside him, not sure if he was allowed to talk to the President. Spotswood merely nodded and gestured towards the woman in front of them.
"I I was born with it, Madame President."
"What a time to be clever," Spotswood's head fell into her hands, but the President merely laughed.
"Allow me to rephrase my question," she said as she composed herself. "Jon, what I meant to ask was, do you know why you retained your male member when every other man on the planet lost theirs?"
" No, Madame President." Like I could tell you that, thought Jon.
"Pity," she turned to the scientist. "Do we have a theory about that, Doctor?"
"Nothing concrete, Madame President," Spotswood shook her head, "and that is unlikely to change while the nature of our own transformation continues to elude us."
"It seems Jon has gone through a very similar transformation, but for his equipment downstairs."
"That would be our guess as well, Madame President," the scientist nodded. "It seems reasonable to assume that while Jon was transmuted into a beautiful woman for the same reason we all were, something either shielded or prohibited his male genitals from being changed."
A wish can't be reversed by another wish, Jon recited in his head.
"But that's not the only difference," said Spotswood. "Forgive me for saying so Jon, but there are those balloons on your chest."
"Your hooters are gargantuan, boy," Cocksmoker said, bluntly.
"Er, thanks," Jon blushed.
"I've never seen them so big. Good lord," the General continued. "What size is that? Z-cup or something?"
"Only a K-cup, actually," Jon replied. "They er, they look a lot bigger then they are because they don't sag like big boobs normally would. They're well, rounder sort of. See? Er, I don't think 'm explaining this well at all-"
"That's okay Jon," the President smiled, "I think I understand. Thank you, for complying with this examination. I know it must have been uncomfortable for you. You may leave and put some clothes on now, if you wish. I can see you're cold."
"Thanks," Jon nodded. "Er, thank you, Madame President."
Jon was then escorted from the room by two armed guards. They each looked like a glamour model on a military-themed photo shoot. One of them hadn't even bothered with a jacket and wore only a camo-pattern bikini top, with a few medals pinned to the left cup. Jon could clearly see her erect nipples jutting through the thin fabric.
As he left, Jon overheard the Doctor, the General and the President frenetically discussing hereditary traits, DNA tests and breeding trials
