Jon couldn't believe it. No... actually, he could. He'd inherited a magical wishing rock after all, and had already made a tree branch blue and watched his best friend wish up bigger boobs and blonde hair. This, though, was still surreal.
The capris were tight, but somewhat stretchy, coming down just past his knees. The blouse, too, tighter than the shirts he normally wore. Cut close to his torso, sleeves just past the elbow, buttons on the wrong side, he could feel the smooth material sliding against his body with every movement.
But strangest of all were the lacy bra and panties hugging his body underneath. He peeked down his blouse, then tugged at his waistband to see - both a matching shade of dusty pink. The bra cups snug against his pecs, the panties just barely containing his junk - like it was all cut to fit his body perfectly. This was so weird.
He was about to grab the stone and try to wish it all back to normal, but paused. His mom clearly hadn't freaked out. If this was like the story, then he was still Jon to everyone else, it was just normal now for him to be wearing this outfit. Then he had another thought.
He turned to his closet and slid the door open. It was overflowing with hanger after hanger of skirts, dresses, blouses, and more. A rack of shoes stacked high, with heels he wouldn't dare try walking in. And in the back, behind everything else, a large black garment bag hung. Curious, Jon leaned in and pulled the zipper open. His eyes went wide at the sight of the mass of white lace, satin, and tulle. His mother's wedding dress, which she'd saved and cherished since that day.
That made him queasy. But wait. He was still Jon, right? The rest of his room was just like it had been. He wanted to see what this was like. He could wish it back later. He took a deep breath and went downstairs, where he found his mom and dad on the couch, watching the evening news.
Just to test, Jon spoke up, "Everything okay, MOM?"
She looked up at him. "Just fine, sweetie. Why do you ask?"
He sighed inwardly, relieved. "No reason. Is dinner ready yet?"
She shot him a puzzled look. "Why are you asking me?" Then she gestured to his flour-dusted apron. "You're the one who's been in the kitchen all afternoon."
