(Author's Note: Someone reactivated this branch, thought I'd see what I could do.
Jon now felt plain frightened. Was he supposed to spend the rest of his life as some sort of woman-shaped guy? He felt a tingling spreading through his body and as he looked around he saw that the other people felt something as well.
Sometimes I wish it were you who had to put up with being all tiny, soft, frail and weak; and girls would just be big, strong and able to do everything for themselves as you are now!
Apparently, now that Nicole had finished, her wishes were starting to take effect. Was he shrinking...or was Nicole growing...or was it both? What Nicole said wasn't true...or it hadn't been true. He was reasonably sure Karyn could beat the crap out of him before the wish, and now...he'd been a head taller than Nicole...but that had reversed now.
I wish that girls didn't have to deal with them and it was men whose duty would be to breastfeed their offspring; I wish you, not us, had to carry those 'fun bags' around at all times, feeling how they get in the way constantly or how those fucking pointlessly huge nipples get stimulated and irritated with every little move, simply because of how fucking sensitive they have to be!
Jon watched as 'fun bags' exploded from his chest at about the speed of an airbag expanding on impact. He saw Nicole flatten out at about the same rate. He couldn't imagine what he was starting to look like from this angle, but he did have a good look at Nicole, and they were starting to take on a very unfeminine look...although feminine was about to get redefined.
I wish it was guys who had this done to their bottoms - having ridiculously big pelvises with wide hips and a grand posteriors sticking out behind, jiggling with every move and serving purely as an advertisement of their fertility to the opposite sex!
It was the most uncomfortable change Jon had felt yet as his pelvis stretched out to the widest extent it could while still allowing him to walk. This was starting to get ridiculous.
I wish it was men who were responsible for giving birth to our children."
Jon wasn't sure how that one was going to work, and he didn't want to know. It was uncomfortable enough feeling it happen to him.
We wish that women were the dominant gender and we were the ones to rule the world. Men would be only there to obey us, provide us with entertainment and make sure the population is at a constant level by getting pregnant willingly!
He looked up at Nicole. "Do you realize what you've done?" He suddenly said, in a very soft voice.
Nicole looked at him. Her voice seemed much louder, but sounded basically the same. She had been a rather effeminate, leggy brunette...the only thing that was still true was that she was brunette. "I don't know what came over me," she said. "I just got so...mad all of the sudden."
He nodded. "I...just hope you like the world you wished up, because we all have to live with it."
"Don't pout," Nicole said. "Take it like a man..." she laughed a bit. "Sorry...I just realized you are." She suddenly seemed all apologetic. "That was mean, wasn't it? Sorry."
"This is serious, Nicole," Jon said, looking around. Most of the room seemed rather shocked, and was examining themselves and those around them. "We need to fix this...if that's even possible. We don't know how this could change history evolution...what other side effects there are."
"Jon," Nicole said firmly, putting her arm around him, emphasizing the size difference between them. "Let's go for a walk and talk about it. Unless you're afraid to be seen like that."
