Karen swept up the stone, causing Jon to panic and stammer "W-wait!"
"Oh stop your worrying. I swear, even if you grew up a boy, you're meant for this life." She titters as he blushes. "I wish we had a list of all wishes affecting Jon right now."
Immediately the printer jolted to life and began to print out a paper. It startled the pair, and they laughed when they realized what had happened. Karen looked over the paper with intrigue, though Jon just crossed his arms.
I wish everyone in this room besides me, wore slutty make-up and lots of eye-shadow, long lashes, and full, shiney red lips. I also wish the same people had long pink nails.
I wish everyone in this room besides me was dressed in a tight, revealing outfit.
I wish all of you had pink buttplugs that you just couldn't feel comfortable without wearing.
I wish that an anal bead dildo, like I just described, was up all of your asses, in place of the buttplugs I wished for earlier.
I wish that you'll never be able to cover up these Tramp Stamps with clothing.
I wish that each of you has a different Slutty Tramp Stamp Tattoo that gives you a fetish for whatever it looks like.
I wish that anyone who touches those tattoos will be that girls mistress for the next four hours.
I wish you couldn't orgasm without this final bead in your ass, and every time you cum, all the other beads slip back in.
The pair looked over the list, and Karen could only whistle. "I mean... I know you tole me about it, but she really did a number on you girls."
"She did" Jon states. "And I'm not a girl."
Karen raises an eyebrow in response. "Oh no? Then why was I able to become your mistress?" She points to the appropriate wish. Jon stares, opens his mouth as if to speak, closes it again and stares long.
"T-that's just semantic. I mean, I obviously don't have the parts..."
Karen shrugs. "Maybe not, but maybe you're a girl on the inside now, in your mind. Maybe you're transsexual now." Karen laughs. "I mean, we never really used that type of language, but Zoe and I did always suspect..." Jon's distress only grows worse.
She puts her hands on her hips and and states. "Here, let me show you some potential good news." Before Jon has time to react Karen reaches around her friend, hugging her in the process, and undoes the knot in her Tshirt. Immediately it falls loose, covering up the tattoo. "Kare... How'd you do that?"
"It says that you'll never be able to cover it up with clothes, that doesn't mean I can't! And you could probably cover it up with other stuff too, like makeup or your backpack."
Jon nods appreciatively. "Well, that's a quick fix, but what about the rest? And we'll have to fix the other girls too!"
"Other girls, as in you're one of them?"
Jon flusters"N-no! That's not what I meant."
She just laughs. "I... I don't know if this one still effects you." She points to the one about pink nails. " Yes, you took the nails off but you put other pink ones right back on... But one things for sure." Karen Appraises Jon's currently baggy sweatpants. "The one about tight revealing clothes was a one time deal!"
The two continue to stare at the list as they ponder ways to fix until finally Karen sighs with exasperation. "Look Jon, this is going to take a long time to figure out, and we're already going to be late for schooly. Why don't you just roll with it."
"Karen. I can't go out like this, and you know it! I look like a total Tramp, much worse, a boy tramp!"
Karen shakes hear head. "Fine if that's your problem... I wish..."
"Karen no!"
"Sit down or I'll touch your tattoo!"
"You wouldn't!"
"Karen laughs, I'm going to have to anyway, unless you want to risk someone else touching it while you're at school."
"Just wish that no one can touch it then!"
"No. How about you trust me, Ms. whiny pants. Now I wish that until we figure this out, Jon looked and sounded like a totally sexy girl with long hair, a beautiful face, a perfectly portioned body, and... and... extra junk in the trunk!"
The changes wash through Jon quickly, by the time the magical light fades, the deed is done. He looks surprisingly unchanged, but everything just seems a little more perfect. Perfect in a feminine way, Jon grumbles. Strangely, he seems to have gotten taller when he expected to lose a few inches. A moment later he realizes that the extra height is coming from the massive pillows his ass has become. They add a good 3 inches to his sitting height, and a good handful and a half to his delicious hips.
He sweeps his long bangs out of his face and shouts "Karen! How could you!"
"Tsk* It's not permanent, I just made it so that you have nothing to be worried about when you go out. The only thing people will see is one sexy gall... Unless you just want to tell them about your little secret?" Karen grabs his crotch with a giggle, and Jon flusters, but doesn't push her away.
Karen giggles again. "Only one thing to do now." She slips her hands beneath Jon's shirt and tickles his tattoo.
"Karen no!" But he was far to slow.
"Ohhh..." Karen pauses as the sensation of power washes over her again. "To bad slave... I'm your mistress, and I have to protect you. Imagine if some ugly brute from school got his hands up there." She smiles, then groans sexually. "Ugh, it's so hard to keep my hands off of you, you little minx."
Jon retorts with a small weak voice. "Mistress... You really should have asked my permission."
Karen just laughs. "Don't lie slut, you like it."
Jon only peeps out a squeal as her rear is groped by Karen's probing hands.
"Now I'm going to leave with this to keep it safe." Karen holds up the stone. "You make yourself pretty for mistress, then meet me in front of the school. I know we don't have many classes together, so I'll need another feel to make this last through the whole day... To keep you safe." She reiterates with a Cheshire smile.
Jon can only nod his head."O-of course mistress, anything you say." Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jon begins to wonder, do the effects compound with time? She wasn't quite this submissive last night. But like the good submissive she is, she doesn't worry about such thoughts like that. If she's submissive, that's good! That just means she can better please her Mistress... Err... Or... something like that. He flusters. Maybe he should push back against this mental conditioning...
Karen pulls Jon into a deep open mouthed kiss, then pushes her back onto the bed. "Oh I could just ravage you right now, but there will be plenty of time for that."
And just like that, Karen is gone leaving Jon to worry with getting ready.
