After much thought, Sherry decided she didn't want to see Jon suffer like this. Even though everyone thought Jon looked normal, he still looked very embarrassed about the changes occurring.
'Not long from now, Jon is going to be more like me than I'd like to think about at the moment,' she thought. In his current state, Jon had become 'more like her', so couldn't she wish for the changes to stop since the previous wished has been fulfilled? She grabbed the stone tightly, hoping her assumption was correct.
"I wish that the changes that Jon is going through will stop now, since he has become more like me." Sherry hoped that the wish worked correctly. She decided to go up to Jon's room and check on him.
Meanwhile Jon had decided to check around the room for further changes. Pictures on the wall and on the desk showed Jon looking like he does now. There were pictures of Jon with Karyn and with his family, pictures of Jon with hair in ponytails and with blonde hair, and one picture of Jon and Karyn on the beach with him showing his butt to the camera. Interestingly, while his butt was encased in a feminine bikini bottom, he was wearing no top. This new reality was not of Jon the teenage boy or of Jon the teenage boy who has the same body and clothes as his mom, but of Jon the freak. He was a combination of himself and his mother in almost every way. As each change occurred, reality changed with it.
Looking into his closet, Jon gasped. His jeans were now the feminine equivalent and in his size. Looking further behind, he found a few skirts, although ugly in appearance like his current one. Even a few jeans had changed into denim skirts. On the other side of his closet, his shirts remained relatively unchanged, like his torso. However, as Jon took some of the shirts in his hand, he noticed that the material seemed to be softer, and the waist was must smaller than they had been.
In his underwear drawer, Jon was not surprised to find bras, although there was only a few and they were all training bras for his near nonexistent chest. He had noticed that his nipples did seem more tender and sensitive to the touch. Perhaps that was the bras' only function for him in his current state, to hide and protect the nipples.
"Jon honey, may I come in?" his mother said as she knocked on the door. Jon quickly closed his drawer and muttered a "yes," barely audible.
The sight of his mother really made Jon uncomfortable. This was what his body was transforming into, and he'd have many more chances to see every inch of it. Jon shuddered at that thought.
"Have any other changes occurred?" she asked.
"No mom, not since I woke up this morning." That was somewhat a lie, since his clothes had changed during breakfast. He kept his legs tightly pressed together to give an illusion that he was still wearing the sweat pants. After a long pause, his mother finally replied.
"May I see the extent of the changes?" she said, as she quietly closed the door. Jon felt uneasy at that comment, but his changes were nothing his mom hadn't seen before every day on herself.
Jon grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it over his head. The shirt rubbing against his nipples gave him a very odd feeling. Sherry looked closely at her son's torso, which still looked male. There were no signs of hair on the chest or around the stomach. All the hair that was left was on his forearms, although very light. Sherry looked closer at the nipples and manipulated one of them in her fingers. After a few seconds, the nipple started to get erect, more erect than any male nipple ever should. Sherry noticed Jon breathing faster and realized what was happening.
"I'm sorry honey, I was just seeing how much they have changed. Can you take off your pants?"
Jon silently obliged, grabbed the waistband, and pulled them down.
"Why are you wearing panties? That's not even a pair I own."
"Because they're mine," Jon said. Linda gasped at this, and walked over to Jon's underwear drawer. Inside she saw a large variety of panties and the training bras. She hadn't expected this. Sherry thought that the changes would be only physical and not affect clothing or anything else.
Meanwhile, Jon still perfectly still, his hand resting near his crotch trying to cover any skin that showed. His mother looked at him and pointed at the panties, motioning him to take them off.
Sherry tried to ignore long glances at her son's crotch, but did notice the new pubic hair. She walked around to the back and had a great view of her son's ass. This was not a new site since she saw this ass and hips every day, though not from this angle. Finally, she looked further down and saw Jon's new feet, which were an exact duplicate of her own, even down to the paint. Satisfied with the findings, Jon put his clothes back on.
'While he is still a functioning male, he will have to deal with these changes for the rest of his life,' Sherry thought. 'Surely I can wish him back to normal or something. There must be a way.'
Jon's mom left his room to ponder what to do next.
