As the arousal burned in his veins, he felt himself change. He shrunk from 5’ 9” down to 5’ 7”. His legs and abs firmed up. For a moment, he could have sworn that his legs were lengthening slightly. He felt cool air on his stomach and looked down to see shrinking breasts and a red bikini top. He stumbled forward. Heel reforming into white high-topped vans. White socks rose to his knees. A white pleated flared mini skirt replaced the longer black one. He stumbled again as his thong transformed into a less risque bikini bottom that matched his bikini top in style and color.
His hair tumbled down red, wavy and lengthening as his hair tie reformed into a white baseball cap. He blinked his now-green eyes and watched freckles spread across his skin. His arms firmed up just a tad, toned but not overtly muscled. Two loose bracelets appeared on his left wrist, and he bit back a scream as a silver stud phased into existence in his right nostril. Finally, the changes were finishing; he looked past his BB cups held up well by the red bikini to see a plaid button-up shirt wrap around his waist-toned waist. Did he have a hint of a six-pack? Barely, but it was there.
He breathed deeply; the cool air made his nipples harden in the bikini top. He felt good. Alive. Awake. But something wasn’t right. What was he supposed to be? He licked his now redder lips.
Out of instinct, he swung his backpack off his shoulder and reached in. He started pulling out. It was a skateboard. Was he a skateboarder? No… he kept pulling. It was longer than a skateboard. He finally pulled it out and tossed it to the ground. He instinctively reached inside and pulled out two gloves with… white Delrin pads on them? Somehow, he knew he didn’t need them yet.
He jumped on the board and kicked a few times towards Karyn. She looked up and smiled. There was a bit of a flush on her cheeks, and her eyes darted downwards briefly.
“Hey Jules,” Karyn called out. ‘Jules’ stepped off her board. Karyn was slightly taller than her. “You brought your longboard today?”
“I did,” ‘Jules’ said, smiling. Was she a longboarder? Was that somehow different from a skateboarder? “I want to hit that hill off the back of the school. Do you think your mom could pick us up at the bottom?” Jon or rather ‘Jules’ felt more in control of this personality than he had been as Sarah’s maid. He felt an eager excitement fill him. Jules wanted to make this girl smile.
“Maybe,” Karyn said before scanning up and down “Jules’” body. “Just because our school doesn’t have a dress code doesn’t mean that my mom won’t have something to say about my best friend going around dressed like that.”
Wait. In removing the school uniforms did Jon accidentally remove the dress code?
“You have a change of clothes, right?” Karyn asked.
“Of course,” ‘Jules’ replied. “Wouldn’t want your mom to be scandalized,” ‘Jules’ said with a smirk.
“Then it should be fine. I’ll shoot her a text, but I am not riding one of those to the bottom,” Karyn replied with a hint of fake fear. The hunger gnawed at ‘Jules’ urging her to act.
“I’ll get you to ride one of these someday. Until then, you get to ogle me as I go down,” ‘Jules’ said with a flirtatious smile.
“I-I-I,” Karyn started, then looked away, flushed. She steadied herself, “Did you bring the stone?”
For a moment, her body lurched as Jon was thrust fully back into the driver's seat, “I didn’t.” He said levely, “Don’t want to make any more stupid wishes. We need to think them over.”
“Right, good idea,” Karyn said more nervously than Jon had ever heard her. Jon looked up and saw the school in the distance. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to fuck Karyn. Well, he did, but not like this. He was pretty sure he didn’t have much choice in the matter. He could feel the hunger gnawing at ‘Jules’ and himself.
In fact, school started soon, right? He glanced down at his right wrist and cursed. ‘Jules’ apparently didn’t wear a watch. She surely had a phone, but it wasn’t like this outfit had any pockets. It was probably in her backpack. He turned to ask Karyn as a minuscule, almost imperceptible wave of pleasure radiated out.
He blinked and looked down at his right wrist. His previously empty wrist now held a rather spartan round silver watch. It had a striped nylon band that perfectly matched his red bikini top and white skirt. Of course, it did. He checked the time. Five minutes till homeroom. How was he supposed to fuck Karyn in that little time…
Pleasure built up in him as he saw his watch tick backward twenty minutes. He looked up to the school in the distance and watched as it pulled and bent away to beyond the horizon. Fuck! They’d never make it to school now if it was that far away. The pleasure peaked, and ‘Jules’s’ legs gave out. She collapsed onto Karyn, who caught her. ‘Jules’ couldn’t help but notice how Karyn’s soft right hand lingered on her breast for a moment.
“Are you okay, Jules?” Karyn asked, flushed again. ‘Jules’ opened her mouth to answer, but…
Honk! Honk!
Jon turned as a school bus pulled up and opened its door. He turned back to Karyn.
“Thank god,” she said, ‘Jules’s’ collapse seemingly forgotten. “I thought we’d missed the bus. Come on, let's go.” Karyn jumped on the bus, and Jon leaned down, grabbed her longboard, and followed.
Jules looks something like this
