"please.... People will miss me, I need to get home... It's just a stone, I know nothing about wishes" I begged, struggling against Freddie's grasp.
"really, so if I were to say, I wish..." Steve replied evilly, "Noooo wait" I screamed.
Steve just gave me a look and shuck his head. "that Jon was a chick" he smiled. He looked away as the stone flashed. Feeling Freddy loosen his grip I slid out of his clutches. "No, I gave you a chance I am not messing about" Steve said pushing me. I landed on the couch suddenly aware of the extra padding I now carried behind.
"what the fuck Steve, he's a chick" Freddy declared now obviously frightened. "no shit, now grab her if she tries to run for it" Steve replied a huge grin having appeared on his face. I struggled to sit up, my hair was still short, I looked at my arms, the hands were obviously a woman's but the nails were still bitten, I imagined I hadn't changed much. However I was aware of my new posture, I felt odd sitting up my weight all distributed funny.
"not much of a looker are you Jon" Steve laughed, "but you are right, I don't want the police round, don't worry I will visit you later. I wish Jon was outside her house" Steve said and gave me a wink.
There was a flash and when I recovered. I was stood by my front door, it opened. "where have you been young lady" said my mom, I dove into her arms crying. "Aw dear, is Sarah bullying you again? How many times do I have to complain till they sort it out" she said brushing my hair. "No it's ok, I just need some time alone" I wept. "Ok dear, I'll call you in an hour for dinner, now go freshen up, there are fresh towels in the bathroom" she replied.
I ran upstairs, feeling the strange way my hips shifted and the weight of my chest rose and fell on every step. Finally alone I looked in the mirror.
I looked the same, well mostly. I was the same height, my hair was the same scruffy mess of brown hair. My clothes were the same although obviously designed for a girl, I noticed the buttons on the wrong side.i struggled to unbutton my top and reveal my small breasts encased in a flowery pink bra. My eyes shot open, female hands were one thing, but seeing alien clothes cornering strange breasts was something else.
The color draining from my face I sat unsteadily on my bed.
