Milk ran through Jon's breasts, he could feel them, veiny and engorged, and felt the sloshing of the milk passing trough like water in a straw. As his new daughter, 5 years old, but just half an hour into existence, kept nursing from him. It felt so weird, but... He liked it? Why was it? Did it turn him on, to think he had turned into a mother in mere seconds, that he was a normal young man just 30 minutes ago? Perhaps, it was the motherly instinct that he had wished himself to have towards his daughter? Damn! He didn't even know her name!
"Thank you mommy, I'll go play now". The little girl said as she stopped, cleaned her mouth with her sleeve, and went running towards her bedroom. Jon was just sitting there, with dried, veiny and saggy tits out. He smiled. "I'm a mother. Oh my god, I'm a mother..." He couldn't stop thinking about it. "This is so damn hot..." He quickly picked up the stone and wished.
"I wish I new my daughter's name, I also wish I was unable to call myself Jon ever again, I now shall be Amanda, and my pronouns will always be female." Quickly, he knew that his daughter was named Elizabeth, and that he called her Lizzie or Sweetie Pie as nicknames. He, or rather now, she, couldn't stop thinking as herself as a woman, Jon had turned into Amanda, but she didn't forget who she used to be, and that turned her on even more.
