Sarah began mincing her way down the street with the rock in her hand. Her new panties seemed unusually clingy. As she hurried back to her house she had a thought.
"I wish I could somehow still talk with Jon."
Sarah's wish came true as the rock's magic started changing her brain chemistry. She became disoriented for a moment as new cells in her brain formed as the only way to satisfy her request. A careful observer might have noticed that her skull became a couple centimeters larger around -- but most people probably wouldn't notice. When it was done, Sarah had telepathy.
"Hello Sarah!", Jon's voice echoed in her head.
"Jon, what are you doing in my head?!" Sarah replied out loud.
"I don't know, wherever I am, it's very warm and soft -- it feels sooo good!"
"Ugh, Jon, you've turned into my underwear." Sarah tried to mentally respond, "Was it because of the rock?"
"Mmm-hmm, It grants wishes. It must have been close enough to grant yours, not as close as I am to you, though."
Sarah burst into the front door of her house and was halfway upstairs before the door shut behind her. Her mother said something but Sarah ignored her as she got upstairs and into her room locking the door behind her. She walked over to the full length mirror in front of her bed.
"How do I undo this wish Jon?"
"What was the exact wording of the wish?"
Sarah became very embarassed at her behavior as she mumbled, "I wished something about wanting you to... have sex with you."
"Well, I think there's still something I can do about that Sarah..."
Sarah felt movement again. The panties started rubbing her groin and then they found her clitoris.
"Oh!" Sarah squealed as she fell back on her bed. She grabbed for her crotch as Jon continued his ministrations. She tried to grab the panties through her pants, but that just made things worse. Sarah started feel wet as she tried to collect her thoughts.
"Jon! St- Stop that!"
"But Sarah, is this not what you wanted? This is certainly what I want." Jon replied as he pinched Sarah's rear.
"Ah! Cut that out!" Sarah yelled, "I don't want to have sex with you = you disgusting perv!"
Sarah tossed her shoes into the corner.
"Sarah, I think on some level you do."
"Ugh! And I'm NOT going to be psychoanalyzed by a pair of pink cotton panties!"
As Sarah qucikly stripped out of her pants, Jon slid down her legs to follow them until he reached her foot then stopped the panties tried to reach the pants crumpled on the floor but couldn't, so they curled up on her foot.
"Sarah, I- I WANT to be in your pants, but I HAVE to touch your body!"
"I don't think so."
The panties seemed to want to cling to her foot as she peeled them up. Then they clung to her hand. They squirmed out of her hand and started crawling down her arm again. She tried grabbing them but they kept scuttling around to different parts of her body. Frustrated, Sarah grabbed the rock from her bed and said:
"Jon, I wish you were a boy again!"
