Expectant to become who he was writing on the piece of paper, Jon remembered the time he met this woman. He had been taken to a college fair a few months ago since he was about to finish high school. He remembered the woman who guided his group around the place. She was great; middle-aged, with long, curly blonde hair, tied up in a ponytail, and with both a style and body that was modest, yet really sensual.
He remembered her face, beautiful, but like, a normal beautiful, she wasn't a Barbie, just a common woman. He remembered her cleavage, yet again, modest, but sensual; he remembered how he could see just a bit of the typical line a cleavage forms with slightly saggy breasts encased in cotton bras. They were big, but not really big, like CC cups; but they bounced a lot as she walked, guiding Jon's school group around the campus.
Slight curves, encased in tight pants, high heels, a black blouse and a pink blazer. Jon remembered her voice, especially at the last moment he talked to her before leaving.
"I'd love to get in this school" Jon remembered saying.
"Don't keep me waiting, then~" And he remembered her responding, with a gentle, sensual tone, and then winking at him; as if she were inviting him to more than college.
He finished writing.
"I wish to become the woman I have described in this piece of paper!" He said while holding the stone. "I wish to go to sleep tonight as Jon and wake up tomorrow as her. I wish to know her routine, her mannerisms, and her life, as I remember everything about my past life as Jon. And ultimately, I wish for her soul to be completely replaced with mine, I want to be the only one that can be this woman, while my body would still exist as an oblivious Jon.
He then went to sleep...
