When Jon woke up with a groan the first thing he felt was rough carpet against the back of his bare arms. He wasn’t in the locker room anymore. He remembered changing after putting on the woman’s clothes but he tried to ignore that as he took in the room from his position on his back.
It seemed to be a closet. Bookshelves and other school supplies were stacked on shelves. A teacher’s closet then, probably attached to a classroom. Now that he was paying attention he could hear some murmuring and chatter through the door. Some teachers did leave their doors open so students could come in a few minutes early and sit down before the first bell which led credence to his previous assumption.
He sat up, intimately aware of the alien weight shifting on his chest and the enhanced cushion of his ass. If it was the outfit he was now wearing that did this to him then he was glad he got this one and not any of the others. All in all, it was a very normal outfit.
Jon pulled out the stone, thankful it came with him and made a cautious wish, “I wish there was a full-length mirror in this closet.” The stone flashed and a full-length mirror appeared in front of the wall farthest from the door, falling back a few inches until it hit the wall with a soft bang.
“I wish I knew if the outfit changed me like this.” Yes
“I wish I knew why it changed me like this.” The stone refused to flash. Sighing, Jon ignored the temperamental stone for a moment and took in his new appearance.
Looking back at him in the mirror was a woman in her mid-to-late 20s. Instead of his normal short brown hair, the woman had an asymmetrical bob of black hair, the front tip coming down just past her chin with the other side being short, just touching her ears. Her face resembled Jon’s but was sharper and leaner with a sharp jawline and plumper lips.
She looked to be slightly taller than Jon had been before, perhaps 5’ 10” instead of his previous 5’ 8”. She was slim with a slight hourglass shape and small b-cup breasts. She was wearing a rather plain T-shirt that proclaimed the wonders of Banff, Canada, and a loose pair of jeans. Finally, attached to a clip on her belt was a school staff member's name tag.
“Jessica Gibson,” Jon read out loud. It kept his last name. Huh. Was he still related to his family? He would have to ponder this later.
Honestly, being a woman was going to suck but at least he wasn’t a sexy pizza delivery girl or a cheerleader or something. Unless…
“I wish I wasn’t a woman,” Jon whispered, a small ember of hope that was quickly crushed when the stone didn’t flash. “Fuck.” Something niggled at his mind, however. He had a class to teach, right? Wait, teach? “I wish I know if my mind is changing”
yes
“Fuck.”
“I wish my mind wouldn’t change.” The stone didn’t flash.
The need to get ready to teach was growing but there was one problem. He didn’t have any shoes. “I wish I had a pair of shoes that would fit me.” The stone flashed and a pair of pink flats appeared on the ground.
“Seriously!” Jon groaned. “I wish I had shoes that weren’t women’s flats and weren’t pink.”
The stone flashed just as the bell rang and a pair of burgundy 2.5-inch heels appeared on the ground. Running out of time he slipped into heels, took a step, and immediately fell. Trying to get up he fell again.
Running out of patience and the insistence that he was late to his first class he made a hasty wish, “I wish I could walk in heels.” The stone flashed and he was finally able to get off the carpet.
Oh shit, the stone. He couldn’t leave the stone here but the stone itself was too inconspicuous. Jon made another hasty wish, “I wish the stone was a bracelet or something. The stone flashed and the stone disappeared from his hand as a necklace appeared and the pendant fell loosely down his shirt held to a chain around his neck.
Not pausing to inspect the necklace, he swayed over to one of the books and pulled it out before making a test wish, “I wish this book was blue.” The necklace flashed and the cover and even the pages of the book had turned blue. “Good. It still works.”
Well, not really good, but it could be worse as he swayed again to the door and-
Swayed?
Fuck, the wish to allow him to walk in heels had adjusted his gait. He turned around and looked into the mirror and walked towards it, observing his hips swing from side to side. It wasn’t too bad, it certainly looked normal if a bit sexy, not some hyper-exaggerated thing out of a porno. And he was still a mostly average-looking woman. He wasn’t a sex pot or anything. Things would be okay.
He would teach his class and then try to find Karyn and fix this. Hopefully, this resolved itself before his younger sister Zoe or his parents reported him missing. Though he could fix that with a wish…
No, he could not afford to make an excessive amount of wishes when the stone- no, the necklace was still acting irregularly.
He grabbed the doorknob and stepped into his classroom.
