He wasn't sure how to continue, but...he was certain he should try something soon. Waiting till the end of the day to sneak into Jacksons house and steal the stone would be a bad idea, as he'd alrady shown a willingness to make big, sweeping wishes that affected large groups. All he needed was for Tyrone to make some bonehead wish that affected him as well. It was likley that he wasn't aware that wishes couldn't be easily reveresed either. He had to act quick...
Tyrone was about to pull out...when a skinny white boy ran up to his passenger side window and knocked, saying "Hey, Tyrone...can I get a lift?"
Tyrone didn't know this kid from adam. Jon was 4 years younger than he was, and though there was some overlap in school years, he'd hardly talked to the kid he remembered vaguely as a nerd and a teachers pet. Tyrone said "Naw, fuck off." through the door, and started to back up. Jon somethin-or-other (Tyrone hadn't the slightest idea what his last name was), and the nerdy kid stepped in front of the cars path, blocking him. Tyrone got pissed and blared his horn, but Jon stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. He waved it in the air and shouted, "Please? I can pay you."
Tyrone felt anger bubbling in his veins, and he almost gunned the engine and hit the sun of a bitch. What the fuck was it with these assholes who though he'd do anything for money? Lots of these bougie-ass mother fuckers acted like they owned the fucking world. Furious, Tyrone stuck his hand into his pocket and fingered the stone, muttering under his breath...then opened his passenger side door and said "Get in."
Jonella smiled, pleased it had worked. She scrambled into the Escalade, and chirped "Thanks, Tyrone. I wasn't sure if you'd stop." as she handed the bill to him. Tyrone smirked "Bitch, I ain' yo' john. Keep yo' money." and she smiled, tucking the twenty into her purse.
John. Jon? What was the significance? It was such a...familiar sounding word. No, a name. Who did she know named Jon?
She looked down at her hands, and saw the same thing she'd always seen. Her small, dark hands...nicely filed and polished nails...a couple rings. She wore tight Applebottom jeans, a tight top to accentuate her bosom...she raised her hand and felt her long, straightened black hair - set into curls and looking so very cute. She felt some slight panic as she flipped open her compact and looked at her face. She...seemed the same. The same good-looking, nicely dressed black girl. Her skin was clear, dark and chocolaty. Her lips plump and her nose a cute snub. Her wide and generious mouth was made for smiles and kissing. She thought about her family, and saw her Carol - her adopted mother - as well as her little brother Mikey and sister Zoe. She...was Jonella Merlin. A curvacious black girl with a slightly too plump bottom and large breasts. She was...just fine.
She knew something was wrong, but...that idea faded gradually. Finally...
"Thanks for giving me a lift, Tyrone..." she began, trying to work out how she'd get the stone from him. "...I know we didn't talk much in school, but I..."
He muttered under his breath again, and Jonella asked "Excuse me?"
Tyrone smiled, and said "Nothin' to worry 'bout, bitch. Go on."
Jonella continued "Well...I just...I just wanted to say how much I liked you...an'...an' I...uh..." she was getting so flushed. This would have been so much easier if she'd not had such a crush on Tyrone in school. He was such a stud, and she used to watch him and imagine what his hands felt like...how big his dick was...what sort of girl he'd want to fuck. Being the adopted daughter of white parents, she'd always felt that REAL "black culture" was a mystery...so when she'd seen Tyrone, she became obsessed. Still, she tried...tried to live up to his example. Tried to be what she thought she should be. She wore her hair in full, bound corn rows these days. Her clothes were slightly garish and brightly colored clothes. She was built like a black Anna Nichole Smith, with a nice big ass, slight belly, huge breasts and soft, rounded curves. Her makeup was bright, her jewelery flashy. Dispite all this, it was obvious she'd never even seen a real ghetto, and she looked at Tyrone like he was a magical creature from a fantasy land. She fidgeted with her flashy rings...her long, square-cut nails.
She had to focus! She needed to get that stone! Even if Tyron was a total stud...
She leaned in, and he kissed her. Extacy! He forced his tongue into her mouth and she swooned into his arms, kising back with passion and force. Oh, this was so AWESOME! Tyrone ripped off her top, and she removed her bra, letting her fill, fat EE's swing free. He took one into his mouth, and she gasped as he unzipped his pants, showing a cock so think and massive that she feared it as much and she wanted it. He forced her head down onto hi, and she swallowed...swallowed...swallowed it all it's long, vein-thick length all the way to the base. It should have gagged her, but instead she opened her throat to accept it. She heard him mumbling again, and she started to suck his dick as if she'd been born to do that one thing. Her facial features slid about, as her mouth changed shape and her lips fattened...tongue grew longer...piercings appeared along it's length...it was a mouth MADE to suck his dick...and Jonella knew that Tyrone was keeping the stone in his jacket pocket. Though her passions were inflamed, she still had her own mind...and she knew he was changing her. Doing it whenever he muttered and touched the stone. She knew she LOVED Tyrone now, and she also knew that she couldn't reverse a wish...but also knew that being in love with Tyrone would ruin her life. She was going to go to collage! She was aware that her attitudes had to be the result of his meddling, and knew that if she didn't fix this now...she end up sucking dick in a gutter somewhere. She LOVED Tyrone, but he was ruining her...she had to love him...had to be with him...had to fix this...
She she started sucking in ernest. Working the shaft and balls like a pro, and giving Tyrone no chance to make another wish. She kept him on the verge of coming...made his gasp and cry out...then released him. He bellowed like an ox as he gushed into her mouth, and she swallowed every drop. She gasped, choaked, them pulled off of him. She leaned back, and Tyrone reached into his pocket to make another wish...
The rock was gone. He looked down, then felt around to see it it had fallen under the seat. As he did, he heard Jonella saying "I wish..."
Later, the Escalade pulled up in front of the Merlin home, and Jonella got out. Unable to figure out just how she'd been changed, she simply accepted that she was a generously built black chick, and left it at that. She entered her home, and her adopted mother said "Dinners almost ready, Jonella." with a smile. Jonella kissed her on the cheek, and held up her daughter for a kiss as well. Carol Merlin kissed sweet, little Tyrona Merlin - her granddaughter - on the cheek.
She loved him. She HAD to love him, but she'd known it was fake and would ruin her life. So...she'd remade Tyrone into Tyrona...her tiny, baby girl. A sweet, loving child who she loved with all her heart, but now it was the love of a mother for her daughter. Tyrona had no memory of her life as Tyrone, and would grow to generious womanhood loving her family dearly. To add insult to injury, Jonella had made Biff her daughters biological father. Jonella hoped that the schools star quarterback wouldn't mind being a daddy.
Now...what to do with the wishing rock? She had so many options. Sensing that Tyrona was hungry, she up pulled down her yop and opened the flap on her nursing bra. Egerly, Tyrona sucked her mothers rich, life-giving milk.
