John was not sure how he--or rather she--should feel. On the one hand, she did not want to be a guy anymore. Even knowing that Karyn was making her feel that way could not change that. If she could not be herself, then, someone cute like Buffy's Willow would have to do. After all, she thought to herself as she toyed with her long red hair, if you have to be someone else you might as well look good doing it.
Karyn's voice interrupted the new girl's reverie. "You know, John, those boy clothes just aren't going to work for the new you." John blinked and looked down at herself. Her new breasts were stretching her t-shirt in odd ways, and her jeans were in danger of slipping down her girlish hips. She looked up at Karyn and said "Wait, don't wish anything--"
It was too late. Karyn interrupted her, saying, "I wish John's clothes, and accessories, and grooming would always change to something appropriate for his shape no matter how he or she changes."
John decided she really had to get that stone away from Karyn, as she watched her t-shirt become a white peasant blouse that left her slim shoulders bare. Her loose jeans became a tight-fitting denim skirt that exposed some very nice, smooth legs and feet encased in girlish tennis shoes. Could be worse, she thought to herself. I could be wearing heels. She sighed as she felt her hair curl into a new style and her lips became slick with lipstick.
The newly made-over Willow twin looked at Karyn, who was grinning from ear to ear. "Oh that's perfect, John! You're sooooo cute!" Giggled Karyn. "In fact, I wish...."
