Tomboy, or Femboy? Boyish Girl, or Girly Boy? Technically, trying to go to school nearly naked was an option, except 1) no it really wasn't, and 2) the Stone seemed to be trying to tell him that one way or another, he would be turning into a Girl*, and the extent of his influence over that was what the asterisk said. He didn't want to think how much worse things would get if he just kicked this can down the road instead of dealing with it right away.
He was also very short on time, never mind the 15 minute limit. This one, he needed to decide quickly. What were the downsides of wearing women's clothes, versus being a woman?
... Well, the first one was obvious, actually. Women's clothes were AWFUL. Even women agreed on that!
Almost everything he heard about women's clothes was denigrating in some way: Nothing had pockets, everything was overpriced, the shoes could get physically painful, getting dressed took longer, makeup wouldn't stay on, hair constantly needed attention, dressing for the weather was harder, people would judge you for any minor mistake, fingernails would get in the way of your fingers, you need to wax, you can't borrow stuff, haircuts are ordeals, and so on, and so on, and so on, and...
Suffice it to say, Jon had heard more than enough bitching from Karyn (who herself mostly shunned female fashion) that this was an easy choice to make. Besides, being a girl entitled you to the plural, platonic, lowercase version of the word "girlfriends," which he'd already had a delicious first taste of in Karyn! And given his, uh, ahem, genetics, he'd probably wouldn't end up all that bad to look at either! The only hard drawbacks he could think of were menstrual cycles, and some nebulous nefarious notion that sexism was a problem, even though he didn't know exactly how. The rest was just pelvic plumbing permutations, which couldn't be that bad, right?
Yeah, this was obvious. Jon had smashed option 2 less than 2 minutes after his phone first buzzed, with all the haste of a late school morning and every intention of hurrying into his closet after.
Unfortunately, his body had other ideas.
The transformation sensation hit him all at once and everywhere, and Jon swooned, honestly actually swooned when hit by that train. Soon enough he was on his knees, because standing upright felt like falling (actually, with how much height he was losing so quickly and how much lower his center of gravity got Jon would later suspect he was falling), and regardless the feeling hit his lower body so hard there wasn't a chance his legs would hold up anyway. It was... "painful" wasn't the right word, it was electrifying, like a more intense version of that buzzing feeling when numbness wears off, and nowhere was it stronger than in his crotch. His entire reproductive system had melted into a hot, sticky goop that shot deep inside her widening hips, and filled her up with his eggs, a wanting womb, and a salivating swollen clit. Violated, she had to moan, her voice rising by the octave all the while, and dropped her phone that she might better fold her arms over her achingly engorged chest. It almost felt like they were being filled with fatty cream, squeezed upward from the cinching of her narrow waist, but the feeling was broken by her thicker, puffier nipples practically crackling with sexual energy. On her knees, she could feel the growing cushion of her fattening ass against her meatier legs, and that contrasted sharply with the increasingly dainty feeling of her hands uselessly folded over her big growing boobies. Vaguely, she was aware her face was changing and her hair had started tickling her newly slimmed shoulders, but frankly it was hard to process anything about that in that brief instant.
All of that had happened in maybe the second or two after she had pressed option 2. When it was over, the world felt profoundly silent. No noise, no weird feeling, nothing except her own steadying breathing to keep her company on the quiet floor.
...
Well, that was that. Time to get ready for school!
June hopped to her feet and pulled open the closet door to see that, as promised, Jon's fashion sense had mostly carried over into her life and her wardrobe was mostly the same, apart from resizing and the appearance of some bras and headbands and other feminine articles. Her closet was distinctly fuller as a whole, though. With what, she couldn't guess and didn't want to, because Jon had given her the luxury of being able to just throw something on and get going, as she'd have to this morning.
Quickly, June shucked off her pajama bottoms and grabbed a pair of jeans. They were still Men's jeans, she was surprised to see, except with a shorter pant size and a waist size that seemed WAY too big. At least, until she tried to put them on, and they got snagged on her hips. She wasn't as wide as Mom now, but GOD did she ever have some girth down there anyway. It took a fair bit of fighting and shimmying to get them over the widest part of her hips, and then those were still a snug fit anyway. The waist, however, was still way too big, and the pants too long, but now it was obvious what the workaround was supposed to be. June also had a belt, and that belt's listed waist size was considerably smaller than her jeans' waist size. She put it on, pulled the hem of her jeans up higher around her thin little waist, and pulled the belt tight. Suddenly, the pants, the hips, and everything all fit perfectly. And it occurred to her why they were Men's jeans now: those pockets were not just for show!
Next came the removal of the camisole that Jon's old undershirt had become, and a problem: should she try a bra? June was pretty busty; not as busty as Zoe for sure, but she had a feeling she was bigger than Sarah now, and apparently that could cause problems for girls if they went braless? It wasn't like she'd ever had to learn this stuff before now. That was the problem, actually, June didn't know how to put on a bra and didn't want to get stuck fighting with a clasp or something until she was late for school. She resolved to maybe try it but if it was a problem she'd just go without. Right?
... None of that turned out to be any issue. June found a sports bra in her collection: one single, big piece of elastic that would get the job done, and decided that it would do for now. Soon enough her big old boobs were pulled snug into a big blue buoyant bouncy shelf through which her nipples were only just visible. Feeling them up in their new confines, June wished she had a mirror... but no time for that. She grabbed a plain red t-shirt, threw it on, tucked it into her jeans, and boom, she was dressed like a man, no fussing with makeup or hairstyle necessary. No, wait... socks, sneakers, simple black hoodie. NOW she was dressed like a man and ready to go!
June checked her phone. She still had a few minutes until she had to be out the door for school, so that meant she could make herself toast or something quick like that. A shower was tempting, given what had just become of her, but there wasn't time; she'd have to take one after school. So, she grabbed her school stuff (Stone included) and made for the kitchen.
Problem: Zoe was in the kitchen.
She wasn't using the toaster or anything, no, the problem was that June was still very, VERY, inappropriately, undeniably attracted to her. Even just sitting at a table and scrolling through her phone, June found her gaze locked onto Zoe's massive, glorious chestfruits heaving out of their corset confines and loudly announcing themselves through the black-veiled boob window Zoe was wearing that day. June found herself appreciating just how the creamy pale skin of her face squished where she propped up her head, how the bored pout on her plump lips showed over the dark lipstick she made seem so effortlessly sexy, the way her raven-black hair cascaded-
"Go on, June, take a picture. It'll last longer." Zoe hadn't even looked up from her phone.
Every toast-related thought had vanished from June's head by then, and she found herself leaving the kitchen breakfastless and blushing furiously. God, her sexuality hadn't changed, the earlier decision had made sure of that! She was lesbian or bisexual now, and STILL crushing hard on her sister and her mom. Also she was named June now? She felt like she was a June for a while now, somehow, but it hadn't seemed weird to her until someone said it aloud. Jon wasn't much of a girl's name, though, June was better. Wait, no, she WAS Jon, what was she thinking!? This was fucked up! June couldn't be in this house with this family anymore, she was getting a few minutes' headstart on the walk to school, and resolved to firmly put out of mind any thoughts about her ultra-taboo incestuous gay sexuality and its objects on the walk there.
So, naturally, she ended up thinking about Zoe and Linda the entire time she was walking to school.
By the time the bell rang for first period the shame and the humiliation of it all was fading, and outright fantasizing was winning out. In fairness, June wasn't directly fantasizing about them anymore, just the archetypes of girls her newly sapphic sexuality found hot. In Zoe's corner, the free-spirited Goth girl full of anger and rebellion and spite, and in Linda's corner, the ever-professional office lady, intelligent, industrious, and in control. Both independent in their own way, and powerful in a sense. Dominant, even. Zoe might talk a lot of shit about Mom and Mom might have her frustrations with Zoe, but in June's eyes they were much more similar than either dared to admit, right down the fashion sense. Zoe might dress in that black and assertive "fuck you if you cross me" style and Linda in that sharp and professional "No nonsense tolerated" style, but they really said the same things in different ways, didn't they?
... It occurred to her while walking into first period, June was a girl now. Very tomboyish at present, but maybe she could pull one of those aesthetics herself if she tried?
Her phone buzzed.
"Miss Gibson." Mr. Matheson the Math Teacher gave her a stern look. "Count yourself lucky class hasn't started yet."
June blushed and made a show of turning off her phone. Of course, the app wouldn't physically wouldn't allow her phone to be turned off in that state, but Mr. Matheson didn't know that; she'd have to sneak her choice in sometime within the next 15 minutes.
Would You Rather...
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Be perceived as "Cute" when you're angry, so adorable that people can't take you seriously when you're mad?
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Be perceived as "Cute" when you're trying to look smart, such that people consider you ditzy and not-so-bright?
In 14:58, if you haven't made a decision, nobody will listen to you anymore. You'll be seen as "Cute" when you're trying to be taken seriously in any way.
...Well, god damn it, June thought to herself when she read the choice. Apparently, thanks to her stupid Wish, she could pull off either the angry goth look or the intelligent office lady look, but not both.
