I could see Zoe was incredibly nervous as I eyed the stone. "Are you sure you know what you're doing, sis?"
Glaring, I snapped, "I know what I'm doing. All I'm wishing for is Karyn to have smaller breasts. Deliberately vague, in case something does go wrong, and she gets what she wants. Then, maybe, both of you can start to, I don't know, think, and give me what I want."
"I'd be careful about that, Anna" Zoe warned. "Wishing for a dick between your legs can easily result in something you won't like. At all."
My glare deepened, even though privately i was unnerved by Zoe's warning. I knew what she meant, I there was no way I wanted any kind of intimate relationship, even if I aged up my skinny, petite, joe of a girl's body towards my true age. Everything about my body, and the clothes i had been forced into felt wrong, yet right at the same time. Especially my new school uniform. "I hate this" I moaned.
"I know, and trust me, I'm not exactly trilled with the idea of being turned into your mom, but I could do much worse that you, 'Joanna'. Least you're pretty."
"You think I'm pretty?" I said, surprised. Things like 'pretty' weren't part of Zoe's vocabulary, nor was praising my physical appearance.
"Well, yeah" Zoe said.
"I.. wait! Was this a distraction? I'm still trying that wish, Zoe" Quickly, picking up the stone, I said, "I wish Karyn's breasts are smaller." To my slight surprise, there was a white flash of a wish granted, though to be fair, neither Karyn or myself had really tried before to undo her wish
Zoe looked annoyed, even a little fearful. "I wasn't trying to distract you. Even as my cute little sister, you're still the same stupid dork. Now sit down, behave, while I get the rest of my clothes on" Zoe ordered. I complied, hiding the stone, wondering how long it would take Karyn to respond., as well as what sort of changes were happening to Zoe since it had been a long time since Zoe had worn anything non-gothic. After five minutes, Zoe stumbled back into my room, wearing her own St Mary's uniform, and to my shock, starting to put her hair into pigtails like my own, when I heard someone furiously knocking on the front door. It was Karyn, and for some reason, she seemed mad.
"Get out here, right NOW"
Zoe, and her fashion choice forgotten, I rushed downstairs, and opened the door. I was shocked to see a blonde, almost boyish, girl my new age dressed in a St Mary uniform. Her angry face was familiar though.
"Karyn?" I enquired.
"What did you do, Jon?" Karyn ranted, seemingly ignoring my own uniform, or the fact I looked more girlish than her. "You turned me into a little girl! She glared at me, noticing me and my outfit for the first time. "Why are you wearing that? To mock me?"
"Ask Zoe. I wished for you to have smaller breasts. That's all. "
"You brough her into this?" Karyn growled.
"Hard not to when you turned me into a girl when you forced me into another one of these, then called me 'Anna'" I snapped as I grabbed my skirt.
