But first, Joan decided to see if she could contol this new ability without changing clothes, so she closed her eyes and concentrated on changing herself.
It didn't take much effort before Joan felt the dress grow looser as her body shifted downward. Joan continued to shrink causing the pink dress to slide off of her and on to the floor, soon to be followed by her increasingly loose fitting panties.
Joan opened her eyes to see the supply room from a perspective that she hadn't viewed the world from since she was a newborn. The boxes of supplies and knicknacks towered over Joan, who realized that she had successfully shrunk herself to less than a foot and a half tall. She looked down to see her naked female body stand amongst the clothes she was wearing moments before.
"I'm a hobbit," thought Joan as she grinned at her current situation. She covered up her breasts and crotch out of womanish instinct, she actually felt a little embarassment being naked at school. "A hobbit porn star is more like it at the moment. Well, maybe I can try to look the part a little more." Out of curiousity Joan concentrated once again and soon she felt her chest swell as if extra breast tissue was being pumped into her at an incredible rate. They swelled well past the point where Joan could easily find employement as a pin-up girl and into the range of cartoonish absurdity. Joan stopped willing the change when she finally fell over once she became too lopsided to stand upright anymore. Joan tried to gage how much her breasts had grown, she estimated that they were around a large DDD-cup, which looked and felt absurd on her tiny body.
"Shit, I'm more tits than girl. I must look like a paperweitht that you would find on a perverts desk," said Joan who willed her breasts back to their previous size. Content that she had proven that she could control her body beyond a reasonable doubt Joan also willed herself back to her original height so she could get dressed and go back to class before Mrs. Miller got suspicious.
She grabbed her panties and slid them back on before she tackled putting the dress back on. She adjusted herself again to make wearing the dress more bearable, of course their was nothing she could do about the way the pink nightmare looked on her.
Joan cleared away several bags of junk so that she could get a look at herself in the mirror on the wall. "(Sigh) I'm such a girl. I might as well be on my way to ballet class."
Just then Joan realized that her wish might've granted her shapeshifting abilities, like Mystique from the X-Men comics, so she might be able to make herself a guy again using her new ability. Excited at this new prospect Joan willed herself back into her male form. Her excitement grew as she felt her breasts withdraw into her body and her torso getting huskier. Her body stretched out as she grew back to her regular height as her butt and hips slimmed up. Joan ignored the tightness of the dress and concentrated even harder as her body continued to change. Unfortunately, the changes stopped and Joan's excitement turned to disappointment as she looked into the mirror to see that her female head, hair and face remained as well as her dainty hands, legs, and vagina.
"Great, I can change myself into a flat chested, curveless girl with a boy's measurements. This ability will come in handy if I ever need to infiltrate a dike bar. Mystique eat your heart out," quipped Joan sarcastically as she reverted back to her female figure. "Oh well, time to get this fashion show over with.
