Joan grabbed the doorknob and opened the supply room door when she suddenly stopped herself and closed it back.
"Fuck Mrs. Miller," mentally exclaimed Joan. "If she comes back here to see what's taking so long then I'll just wish her back into her classroom thinking that I'm not taking long at all. I'm fixing my female problem right here and right now."
"Ok stone. I wish that I could shapeshift into anybody or anything. I wish that I could also shapeshift my clothes into other clothing or make it disappear and reappear on me whenever I want it to."
The stone flashed again and Joan felt another, more intense, cold chill rocket through her body.
Joan turned and looked toward the mirror ready to test out how her wish worked. She closed her eyes and imagined her old body as vividly as she could causing a ripple to go through her as her flesh shifted around.
Joan opened her eyes to what she thought was successful transformation. Her hair was trimmed into a boy's haircut, her face wasn't as round as before and the curves on her body were gone again. But alas, her triumph was short-lived.
Upon further inspection Joan noticed that while her face was more masculine than before it was still a girls face (complete with make-up), just a boyish looking one. Further down she noticed that she was missing an adams apple and that while her c-cup breasts were gone she still had a slightly female bosom. The blue jeans that Joan had tried to change her dress into was instead a denim skirt. She patted herself on the crotch to find that she was still dickless. Instead of changing into her male self she had changed into a tomboy version of herself, a what if version of Jon if he was born with two x chromosomes and not too many female features. It was just like her previous attempt to transform back into a guy, she just couldn't make herself male.
"Shit! It's Nicoles stupid wish for me not to look unusual wearing girls clothing. I can't make myself into a guy while wearing female clothing and make-up because then I would look unusual, and I can't wear guy's clothes because she wished that I would have to wear skirts and make-up all the time."
Frustrated, Joan reverted back to her regular female form.
"Maybe I should see what I CAN change myself into," muttered Joan, who closed her eyes again and conjured up another form to take.
