"Hmm..." Jon looked at Sarah, still unsure how to deal with her, he was glad being outside her window counted as 'hearing' the wishes she made even if he couldn't make out the words. That was something he would have to be careful of.
He started gathering his clothes and getting dressed, he noticed that his underwear seemed to be a pair of panties, and there was a bra the definitely didn't belong to the now absurdly busty Sarah.
Once he pulled his jeans up over the panties he looked at his reflection in the full length mirror hanging on the back of Sarah's bedroom door. His hips were still wide, though it didn't match the rest of his body. His shoulders and torso were back to their masculine proportions and triangular taper. For a nerd he was in reasonable shape, and he wasn't scrawny, so aside from his boobs his upper body was decidedly male looking, though it was missing the chest hair he used to have. From the bottom of his rib cage to his neckline his body hair was gone, not that he had much, but it was another difference.
Looking at himself in profile, he had a more rounded butt than he had before, but not massively so.
He sighed. He wasn't sure how to put the bra on, but from the way his new boobs bounced and jiggled distractingly with each step he wanted to wear it, just to cut down on how much they moved. It took a little bit of struggling to get it on and his breasts sitting comfortably in the cups, but he had to admit it wasn't too bad. The band felt quite snug around his chest, but it wasn't painful, or uncomfortable. The bra was very plain and had a broad band, it was clearly designed for comfort first, though the support did make his bust sit higher and stick out a little further. It also took nearly all the weight of his boobs off the natural supports that made them pull on his shoulders. After taking a few steps and feeling much less movement, it was clear that wearing a comfortable bra was better than not.
He pulled his t-shirt back over his head, noticing the difference in how it fit. It was still a unisex shirt, so it was a little tight over his bust. It made the shirt hand differently, move differently, and he felt the tightness around his chest. All of which he was acutely aware of.
His jeans were still fairly comfortable, which he couldn't help noticing meant they were a women's cut. They were a little snug in the waist since his wasn't as narrow as the average woman with his hip size, but he was glad they weren't any tighter on his hips and butt than he was used to. The panties felt odd, as did the lack of his balls. He could feel his penis filling out the limited space in the front of the panties, soft it didn't really translate through to the jeans as a bulge. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. It was sitting along the slit of his vagina. He'd gotten a look at a himself as he was dressing, he didn't have visible labia, and his pubic hair seemed thinner and less bushy, so he just had a slit behind his dick, which stuck out of the top if it, from where on a normal woman a clit would be.
He paced for a minute more, holding the stone and being careful not to even think the words "I wish". He considered the changes that had occurred. Sarah was older, in her twenties, and her boobs were massive, substantially bigger even than her original size. He had no idea how he might know her in this reality, nor how she might have gotten the stone from him. She was clearly either college age or older. He also had no idea what people thought of the new him, unlike Sarah he couldn't hide that he was unusual since he had boobs, without those he could pass for a normal guy with unusually wide hips.
He turned to Sarah. "You're stuck by the way, wishes can't be undone, only modified in ways that are consistent with the original wording."
Sarah's already worried expression turned to panic, Jon's earlier wish still held her in place, for a moment she looked like she might say something, but she clearly changed her mind.
"Everyone but the two of us will think we've always been this way. The stone changes things to be as if the wishes made had always been true, and only those who heard the wish remember the way things were before. Now, before I decide what should be done with you... I guess I should know how we both stand in the world."
Jon paused, considering how to phrase things. He needed to know who and what he was now. He considered wishing that Karyn was here, and had her original memories, but that could wait. First what has all this wishing done.
"I wish Sarah and I knew what happened in the new version of this afternoon, and what effect our new forms had our our lives, along with anything we would know about how our bodies work now."
