John felt the rock get warm and was forced to look away from the mirror. Looking back, nothing had changed, Jen was still there, staring back with a worried look. Of course, she looked the same as before because Jen already had boobs.
No, please don't John thought as he raised his hands and looked down. There on his chest, his old chest, were two breasts. Not as nice as Tiffany's, just the same he had already seen in the mirror. For the first time since his wish, he could feel what he saw in the mirror, feel his boobs being touched, his own hands touching them, just as Jen seemed to be doing in the mirror.
"No, no, no... I keep screwing up, how can I be so stupid. I wish I knew how to fix this" he said out loud.
Instantly, he knew how to fix it, the only problem was that "it" could be any number of things. Without a specific issue, the rock gave him all the solutions to all the problems "it" could mean. Luckily, the rock didn't give him all the fixes to all the possibles issues, it just focused on the things "at hand": his new boobs. Suddenly, John knew how to put on bras, how to check for breast cancer, how to breastfeed, what to do to make them look bigger, to make them look smaller, and on, and on, and on. For a second he was overwhelmed with the knowledge. It was so much he wasn't even conscious of how much he knew about boobs now, its issues, but also the opportunities they brought. All this knowledge made boobs become a dull thing for him. He didn't care for them anymore, he could admire nice boobs, but the vastness of his knowledge made them feel like just another limb, like a finger. Suddenly he didn't mind having them at all.
"Argh, what a pain in the ass", saying that John could recall 18 different ways to alleviate boob pain in his mind. "I'll just stop wishing for now, until I can figure things out"
It wasn't that late, so he just went to his next class. The teacher wasn't happy, but he just said he was in the bathroom. The teacher gave him a weird look and continued with the class.
