My sister the klepto, I thought with a grimace. Exactly how much damage had I done?
"Anyway, we should probably get going," she said as she made her way out of the bathroom. I was just glad there hadn't been anybody else in here with us. Jill was definitely not the same girl I'd grown up with. On some level it bothered me, but less and less as time went on, and I knew I didn't like that one bit.
Before I followed her out, I reached down into my purse one more time, "I wish that nobody else would come into this bathroom until I leave." I waited for a moment until the rock implemented my wish, and then stepped up to the mirror, taking a moment to finally admire the rock's handiwork. I'd had a moment or two to look before I'd been called down to dinner, but I hadn't really had the time to appreciate and, more importantly critique what it had done to me. I'd started to look when I was in the dressing room, but then Malcolm had shown up and well, distracted me I suppose. "I also wish," I added as an afterthought, "That as long as I'm in here, Jill and Rick will wait patiently and not think that anything's wrong."
As I took a moment to look myself over in the mirror, this time scrutinizing every detail rather than just enjoying the view, I realized that there was still one thing that was very much bothering me. "I wish I knew why I've been so easily aroused," I settled on, "since I made the wish to become a girl." There was a flash of light, and I don't know exactly what I was expecting, maybe a voice or something to explain it to me. Instead a sudden thought popped into my head.
I've wanted to be a girl all my life. I've spent most of my time thinking about it, imagining what it would be like. Now that I am one, I want to experience everything that it has to offer. So far I've yet to do anything that I couldn't have done as a boy. True, my mind added, it would be odd to see a guy in a lingerie store trying anything, but I certainly wouldn't be the first. There's one thing that stands out though, that only a woman can do, and that's have sex as a woman. I'm extremely easily aroused right now because I view the act of sex as the ultimate vindication of my new life, the ultimate consummation of an act that I could only perform as a girl.
"It makes sense," I whispered. I hadn't really thought about it that way. Truth be told, until I'd met Rick, I'd assumed that Malcolm just had me under some kind of spell. I thought about it for a moment, realizing that I could probably wish away the feelings but I decided against it. Partially because I really did want to have sex now, and Rick seemed like an excellent candidate. I did want to know if things would get easier once I finally had sex though. "I wish to know if these feelings will dial themselves down once I have sex."
Yes, I thought suddenly. Once I've had sex, my mind and body will find equilibrium and I'll be no more easily aroused than an average woman. That was good to know. As much as I wanted my body and mind to calm themselves down a little on the subject, I certainly didn't want the excitement to completely go away. I sighed, thinking about the rock and everything I could do with it again. I found myself thinking along those lines more and more as time passed. Part of me knew it was the rock's influence on me, but part of me also knew that I was beyond such influences, knew that there was nothing I couldn't fix as long as I had the rock. Right now both of those parts of my psyche were waging a brutal war. I knew that eventually one or the other would win.
Still, it was time to change a few things. My body was nice, definitely attractive, but it wasn't exactly how I would have imagined myself. I figured that the rock probably created it based on what I would have looked like had I been born a girl, rather than reading my mind and picking out my idealized image. As long as I had the rock, I could fix or change anything about my appearance. From that standpoint it really didn't make sense to go ambling around in a body that I didn't think was perfect, did it? I wondered for an extremely brief moment if this was the rock exerting it's influence, but discarded it. This was my own idea, my own will. I wasn't under the power of some damned rock!
It was under my power.
Glancing toward the door, making sure that nobody was coming, I started to strip again. I was hoping that Malcolm didn't take this moment to make another appearance. I was really getting fed up with him. I set my shirt down on the ground. The pink tee with the heart on it was assuredly cute, but it was going to have to go. I mean, who did he think he was? Just popping in whenever he felt like it, completely failing to be helpful in any way whatsoever, and then vanishing again! It wasn't right. I shimmied out of my jeans and discarded them as well, along with my shoes and socks. Now I was standing in front of the mirror in my simple white bra and silky purple panties. I really wished I knew what had happened to my grandfather, and how my annoying visitor was connected to that, but I knew that using the rock to find out anything about either was useless. Oh well, I thought, Time to concentrate on the matter at hand. I was standing there, nearly naked in a sixteen-year-old girl's body that most of the girls in my class would have killed to have, and I had a rock that could make it even better.
But where to start?
"First things first," I thought out loud, "I wish "
