That night Sherry lay in bed holding the wishing stone. She still couldn't believe something with this power actually existed. It upset her to see Jon so stressed but she did still want to teach him a lesson. Gripping the stone tightly she decided to make one more wish to stop the changes but she was not going to try to reverse them just yet. It would be a good life lesson for Jon to see how hard she and women in general had it.
"I wish that whatever changes Jon goes through tonight will be the final changes until I wish otherwise. I also wish that Jon would retain as much of his own identity as possible even though he now looks more like me than himself and that people would treat his altered body as normal."
Satisfied that that should do it for now Sherry put the stone away and went to sleep.
Meanwhile Jon was in his room dreading what tomorrow would bring. It was a school day but Jon was unsure if he would still be a student or whether he would be seen by the world as an adult. He was getting ready for bed when he came across another change. His pyjama pants had changed. In the drawer where he usually kept his normal pyjama pants were a selection of silky pants that he had seen his mom wearing as well as a few nightdresses. Shuddering at the thought of wearing a nightdress Jon pulled out the most masculine pair of pants he could find but calling them masculine would be a stretch. The material was soft and shiny in a dark blue shade.
Taking off the tight jeans and blouse he was wearing Jon turned to the mirror to take stock of his situation. His chest was smooth and hairless but he was relieved that there was no sign of breasts although his nipples did seem a little larger. Sighing Jon looked further down at the pink panties he found himself wearing. The most important part of his male identity was still in tact although it looked different nestled neatly in the panties and with his now wider hips.
"At least I still have little Sandra," he said to himself, disgusted to find that he couldn't even refer to his penis by his real name. Embarrassed by his reflection Jon grabbed the pyjamas and pulled them on. They were tight on his enlarged butt and didn't have much room in the front for "little Sandra" but they weren't uncomfortable.
Finding that some of his old t-shirts were still in his room Jon pulled one on and got into bed. He had had a long, exhausting day and didn't have much problem falling asleep.
