Then it hits you like the most obvious thing in the whole world, how to make this all go away. You grab the wishing stone, convinced that this could not possibly go awry.
"I wish that my top half matched my bottom half," you say.
And then you realise what you have said, and groan. You think to yourself that there is no way that the stone is going to interpret that the way you wanted, and you are not wrong. Already you can feel the features on your face changing, while your nipples become more sensitive, and your chest inflates outwards. You stand there almost paralysed as your arms become thin, and your hands become delicate and feminine. As your lips become pouty and full. As your chest stops growing at around D cut breasts. As your hair falls down around your shoulders, and turns strawberry blonde.
You are suddenly overcome by a wave of hormone and emotions, and you collapse against your bed, eyes burning with tears.
"Stupid...Stupid stone!" you say in your new, effeminate voice.
You're just not sure what to do, now...