My parents had raised myself and my siblings to feel comfortable in the clothes of the opposite gender. I loved wearing dresses and skirts and the like to the point where now I absolutely hated wearing guy clothes, but unfortunately going out dressed as a girl wouldn’t end well for me.
It wasn’t that I thought of myself as a girl; on the contrary, I still identified firmly as male, it was just that I felt so much more at ease dressing as a girl. Either way, why should it matter if I wanted to wear a dress instead of trousers? It didn’t hurt anyone. And if it inspired a kid to try crossdressing themselves, then more power to them. But there were still old prudes that looked down on us for it.
With a sigh I reached my house and rushed upstairs to get changed. As I stood in my room in my panties and stockings an idea struck me. With the stone I could make crossdressing acceptable, or even go as far as making everyone in town crossdress. Taking the stone I said “I wish that...”
