Joan suddenly appeared, still crying... Fred decided to make more wishes quick, if Jon asked for the stone back he felt sure he would give it to her, his emotions were so strong.
Yet he had to help the girl in front of him... The girl, he had an idea. "I wish Joan to have a new life as a completely different person, a fully grown woman and not a girl at all, I wish she had a good job and a flat and friends"
Joan stopped crying, she finally realised she was in the bedroom of some rich kid, then realised it was Fred "What have you done, give me my Stooo-agh" but it was to late, Jon fell to the floor as her body quickly matured. Her skin went paler and paler, her hair turned jet black in front of her eyes and then it started to bleach towards the roots. Her body stretched but stopped at four foot eleven, she was to remain tiny, her breasts didn't grow at all, but she felt Karyn's bra push what little breasts she had up and out as it became a woman's wonder bra. Her eyes felt strange as they developed epicanthal folds. Her nipples grew, she could feel them pushing out against her tiny tight bra.
"I wish Joan had breast implants" Fred quickly added, he was feeling better, his idea to twist the meaning of girl had worked and he wanted to test it out before Joan vanished.
"what the" scream Joan with a very oriental accent, as she stepped towards Fred, but it was to late, where Fred had stood was now an empty room. it was obviously the room of a woman, with a dressing table on one side, but it also had Japanese clutter, oriental paintings and Buddhist figurines. What had she become, she quickly ran over to what appeared to be a handbag on her bed. But just as she had found her driving license her bra felt loose. She grabbed at her breasts with both hands. First noticing she was wearing a little black dress that suddenly had far to much space up top, but then that beneath her dress she was wearing a bra with cups far to large for her tiny breast.
"������" she said, covering her mouth quick, as the pressure built I her chest "Not, again" she said in a very deliberate way and in a think Japanese accent.
This time it felt different though, more solid, like her chest was being filled with thick jelly, she moaned, she couldn't help it as her large nipples were rubbed against her clothing as they were pushed up and out. She quickly filled her bra and dress, not that she would need a bra. Her breast were huge but felt so different, like they had a gravity defying life of their own, unlike her last big boobs these didn't feel like they wanted to sink down, they felt foreign and like they were happy jutting forward for the world to see...
She had gone from no boobs, to large boobs to tiny boobs to girl boobs to woman boobs, to... Joan left the handbag for not and opened a draw, socks and tights... He opened another bras... He grabbed one, it's huge frilly cups cups making her worry and slowly read the tag. 26E... She realised she was tiny, but also that the bra was American, was she still in America?
She grabbed her handbag from the bed, then found her driving license, she was still American, the Japanese woman staring back at her had black hair and looked in her early 30s, her name was Joan Akiyama, she was born in New York and lived there still.
Wondering over to the mirror she touched her face and brushed the mostly blonde hair over her ears, she looked older then in the photo, maybe mid 30s and her cleavage was distracting. Deciding to forgo examining her body for now she went to find out who she was.
After a search of her flat and fridge and draws she discovered she owned a broken down old Ford although where it would be parked she didn't know. She had a job in a Asian strip club in Queens, she didn't want to think about that to much at the moment. She also had a good group of friends, her Facebook page was thankfully set to auto load on her computer, she saw photos of her and three other women at various bars and clubs all smiling and taking selfies. Unfortunately the laptop also had a lot of home made videos on... Joan decided against investigating further... She clicked on each of her new friends pages... They all seemed so normal... A nurse, a lawyer and a marketing executive, all single and enjoying it.
Why couldn't she have one of their lives instead, Joan had to get the stone back from Fred, who knows what he could be using it for? "But where do I start?" Joan said to her empty apartment...
