"I wish to become someone I've always wanted to be". Jon said without giving it much thought. Nobody, no stereotype, no nothing, came to his mind after he made the last wish, so he figured someone would be deep down in his consciousness. Little did he know who he would become.
A sudden flash of light and then... A classroom? Not any classroom, but... his classroom. It was merely the afternoon, he was sitting on... His teacher's desk? All alone, nobody was there, nobody but him. A pile of exams in front, sensing his hand, he saw he was holding a pen, and... Were his nails on nail polish? Black nail polish, shiny to the slight hint of light that the sun was trying to make before it got dark. He felt the strange new sensation of glasses on his face, and upon looking down a female teacher's uniform; slightly bulged by a small cupped pair of breasts; in any other fantasy, the chest would be massive and he wouldn't be able to look further down to his body, but this time, all that meat and fat could be seen past his chest and inside this body's thighs; so big they covered the whole chair, so heavy to even cross the legs.
Much quickly, Jon started to feel the clothes he was wearing; a lace bra with small cups, covering his breasts; a pair of panties, riding up his huge (really huge) ass, with the waistband digging on his wide hips, and upon moving the waistband to a more comfortable position, he felt the sharp pain of taking digged-on clothing from soft skin; the uniform, composed by a buttoned white shirt, a grey vest, and grey office pants, was so tight against his mature, female body, that his new massive legs could be perfectly seen; so tight, that he could see a cameltoe forming... Jon knew who this was, who he was now, who he would be for a month...
"Miss Yolanda..." He blushed as he said her name. "Holy shit... I didn't knew how much I wanted to be her... But know? Wow... Thank you, stone..." This was Yolanda Rios' body; his Spanish teacher.
Jon blushed, his new nipples, he felt them erect, brushing against the soft lacy fabric of his bra; and his wet, aching pussy... He stood up, feeling his huge celullitic ass giggling as he did. He walked a few steps here and there, alone in his classroom, feeling himself giggle, hearing the click-clacking of the common flats that Miss Rios was wearing before Jon came to control.
He went to the bathroom, not a long way from the classroom, and excitedly, he got inside the women's bathroom. "Oh, my god, I'm in the girl's bathroom, and it doesn't matter because I'm a woman!" He exclaimed. After that, he looked at himself in the mirror. The image of that woman, Mexican, yet with white skin, covered in several layers of makeup, looking like a doll. With her brown hair, evidently dyed blonde, tied in a bun.
It was all so kinky, a teacher, his teacher, such a common woman. Wearing a school teacher's uniform, with a huge ass, so huge, no one would like to fuck, and breasts, so small, little to none people found attractive. She wasn't someone to be called a MILF, but somehow, Jon wanted to be her, to have her femininity, her position, her autority as a teacher... And gosh... did he wonder all the time about how it felt to have such a huge ass...
