"Ah wish ah had da power ta change whateva ah wanted, jus by thinkin' bout it," Tyrone had said. The stone had glowed, shimmered then vanished...and Tyrone looked around. "Motha fucka!" he yelled, then calmed down. The wishing stone had been a tempting and fickle object, but it had been his...and he was pissed as heck. Still...maybe he'd absorbed it or something. Only one way to find out.
"I wish I had me sum hot bitches." he'd tried to say, but halfway through his wish his mouth locked up, and his words changed to "I wish I...was...a..." he'd tried to stop talking, but the words forced themselves slowly and painfully from his mouth "...woman."
He screamed, as his body shifted and warped like melting wax, and he dropped to his hands and knees - gagging as his stomach rolled and his insides danced. When it was all over...he slowly got to his feet...and found himself changed. Still very recognizable as who he was, he was also...obviously a female. Tits (rather big ones) formed on his chest, his butt filled and jiggled and his crotch (oh, no!) was smooth and flat...but he was still big, sold and muscled. He shoved his hands down his pants, wailing as he felt the hairy slit...and screamed when his fingers slipped inside his newly minted pussy. As unfeminine as he looked, he appeared to be a...black dyke.
"Naw, bullshit!" he (she) screamed, and he telled "I wish I was a man again.) but once again...his mouth locked up at the half way point and he gaged out "I wish I was....very..." he tried desperatly to stop "...very...s-s-sexy...so very...sexy and...hot...an' fuckable!"
More screaming...more yella dn begging...lots of tears...when it was done...
"Oh, my g-...no, please...don' make me be like dis..." she whimpered, as she rose from the floor and saw...her huge, black tits...felt her plump butt and the smoth, rounded and athletic body. Most of her muscled were gone, replaced with the smooth, soft curves that begged to be touched and cuddled. She was dressed in a red minidress, white stockings and red 5-inch heels, makeup looking perfect. Long, red nails...flashing, expensive jewelery...her black hair styled and shaped into a wild, sexy mane. Tyrone looked like a very expensive prostitute.
He started to cry. Big, liquid tears ran down her cheeks, and at least part of the tears...were caused by the desperate need for cock. It was like her vagina had aquired a life of its own, and all it wanted...was cock. She struggled to her feet, and was ashamed that walking in her heels was so natural and normal. Maybe she should go out side? Wander down to the bus station? Get a ticket out of Lake Point and to a big city? Find a smart pimp who could handle her?
"No!" she shouted, sounding sexy even in her mounting anger. "Ah ain' gonna be no fuckin' ho! I wish..."
She tried to stop. As bad as it was, she tried to stop...but the tickle seemed to turn all her frustration and anger into confidance just long enough to lure her into saying aloud "I wish..." then...something...dragged the words from her mouth...and worse, the words she was compelled to say...had never been in her head before. They came from elsewhere. They came...from the tiny stone that the vanished stone had created in her head. Somewhere in her brain, the stone sat...feeding...feeding on the wishes it urged her to make...feeding equally on the misery caused when the wisher realised that the words that were being dragged from her mouth...weren't the words she wanted to say.
He tried to stop...but the words... "...wish...I were...a white...woman...a very...white...woman..."
Her skin was burning...her skin was on fire...she screamed and screamed as her flesh...lost it's color...just enough to be considered a perfect Malibu tan....her hair lightened till it was a shining, bouncy blond, teased out huge and layered with hairspray....her lips stayed plump but the lipstick turned red...eyeshadow shifted to blue...but her clothes, nails and heels faded to pink...
She looked like a bimbo. A cartoon California Girl.
"Oh, my gawd..." she gasped in a breathy, bimboish moan. "...oh, my gawd...what am I gonna do? I wish..." before she cried out...but nothing happened. She said nothing else. The wishing stone - burried in her brain - was saited and full...for now.
She got to her feet, a delightful image of pure, girlish sex, and wiggle-walked to the door. She saw her Escalade...but it was pink and fruity looking...prancing to the car, she saw her reflectin and blanched...still, she had to get away from here. Her parents wouldn't care if she'd been their son...they'd wonder what this obvious white woman was doing in their house. She'd have to get away and think...think...think...
Meanwhile, in Karyns house...she was just getting ready to leave for Jonella Merlandas' house. Her fat, black friend since she was a child. It seemed strange in a way, but everytime she thought of her, she knew she was her best friend. She could remember hanging out with her and her expansive, colorful family for years. Still...it seemed a little strange.
She reached into her purse and fumbled for her keys...and her fingers brushed over something...the stone? How did it wind up in her purse?
Little did she dream...
