Jon felt a breeze on his legs. He was wearing Ashley's miniskirt, he had on her sandals, he had her smooth legs... he was guessing he had soemthing else too, but wasn't about to check. Luckily, it was all under the table and Jon was able to make a "I wish no one would notice anything was different" wish.
Unfortunately, "no one" included himself and Ashley as well as everyone else.
Jon sat there puzzled. Why had he wished nobody would notice anything different? After all, there wasn't anything different, now was there?
"Ashley?" he said.
"What is it, Jon?"
"Do you, um, see anything different? I mean about yourself?"
Ashley stood up, with what was once Jon's lower body, wearing what was once Jon's pants and shoes. She looked herself over and said "I don't see anything. Is there food on my clothes?"
"Hmm, no," said Jon. "I don't get it. I wish I knew what I made that wish about."
Suddenly he realized what he had done. But somehow, he was used to the situation. It didn't seem different at all. His current body, his hips and legs and the vagina between them, was completely normal, and while sometimes he wore pants just as girls did, he couldn't picture himself giving up dresses and skirts either. He shrugged it aside and decided to ignore it--he had other things to think about, such as...
