It had been a long spring.
Jon stood in his room getting ready for his graduation from high school. Ever since his hair had turned red things had gone from terrifying to bizaare. he had tried to use the stone to fix things but had only made things worse. He'd tried to use the stone to figure out the source of the curse, it was the stone of course. Since wishes couldn't be reversed and he wasn't even the original subject of the curse he couldn't shield himself. Since it had a;ready affected him he couldn't remove it from himself. He'd tried to halt the progression of the changes but his wishes hadn't been successful. Each time he thought he'd figured out a way around the wish it fizzled. The only wish that had worked hadn't been a wish to know what he'd look like when it was all over. Jon shuddered at the thought.
He stood in front of his mirror. He'd had to give up on men's pants in May. His hips had finally gotten to wide. His hair now ran in a curly mane down to the small of his back. Though he noted, there was nothing small about his backside. The only thing he'd been able to override was the clothing options. Though he was constrained to women's clothing Jon didn't seem to be limited to the shortest of skirts or the skimpiest of tops.
Jon reached down and grabbed the bra that lay on his bed. It had been four months and he had to go buy bigger bras regularly, just last last week he'd had to go again. His father said he was an E, which apparently came after DD for some reason. Jon was already at a D which was scary enough. He wrapped the soft cups around his torso and clasped it shut. The relief was immediate.
Jon grabbed the dress pants he'd laid out for today. Shimmying them up, he hated how they clung to his curves. he put his dress shirt on. His pants hadn't fit for awhile but with a little commitment and not to much movement he could wear his old shirts.
Jon reached down to put on his shoes. The chest creaked then burst forth as the buttons finally could not stand the pressure. Jon grumbled. His voice cracking as he walked to his closet. Inside lay the stone and his phone.
"Karyn I need help." Jon said over the phone. "I don't have anything that can handle me anymore."
"Well, wish me over and I'll help you out, I can finish getting ready there." Karynreplied.
Within moments Karyn stood in Jon's room. Her wish enhanced assets held tightly by the dress she wore.
"You know Jon, your life would be easier if you just accepted your fate." Karyn said.
"I know but I don't want to be treated like a woman, nothing's changed. I'm still Jon."
"Your father maintains his identity pretty well, you thought you were punishing him when you started this whole mess." Karyn said. Reaching her hand out she grabbed the stone.
"Let me help you Jon. I wish Jon's clothes would always fit well and be extremely comfortable no matter how his body changes." Karyn said.
"What did you do Karyn?" Jon said, his shirt had changed into a well tailored blouse. His pants certainly appeared to be tailored and showed off Jon's best features.
"What do you mean, your clothes fit now."
"Yes, but look." Jon pulled up his pant leg revealing a black pair of stiletto heels. "You know my feet having been sore, now I'm stuck wearing heels all the time!"
"Yeah but you look amazing Jon, Fantastic really. You'll be fine. Besides you always wanted to be tall."
Jon smirked, "Not this way." he said, as he strut over to Karyn, unlike his father Jon hadn't seemed to get shorter, his body seemed to prefer height in his legs now but he still stood near six feet, with the heels he was practically a giant.
"Hey Jon, are you ready in there?" called Bill "We're leaving in five minutes."
