Jon's vision clouded for a moment, and when it cleared, everything was different. Nicole was still standing in front of him, at least he assumed it was Nicole by the angry look on her face gradually turning into shock and awe.
Nicole had been a very effeminate and leggy brunette. The brunette was still correct, but true to her wish, she had become a somewhat husky flat-chested type, and was dressed in a shirt and a pair of pants. Her voice, at least sounded the same. "What happened?" She demanded. "Jon, is that you?"
"Yes. Why did you have to wish that?" He said, sounding a bit whiny. He looked down at himself. He looked like he was going to some sort of party, only the outfit he was wearing was suited to his delicate body...one that had taken on the appearance of all Nicole thought was wrong with women...delicate skin, cleavage.
Most of the people in the room were looking around, confused at this point. Nicole looked at him. "Come here, let me look at you," she said. Jon did so, feeling strangely meek, then began to blush as Nicole examined him.
Outside, the whole town was oblivious to the changes which had affected them, going about their new lives. But, oddly enough, while before, both genders were seen running about their business, very few men were seen walking the streets unescorted. In this new reality, it was considered socially inappropriate for a man to do so without a female escort.
