Dinner was... fine. It was weird for you, talking to your little sister all the time about girlier subjects than you've ever talked to anyone about, but you quickly got used to it. You didn't notice any particular changes during dinner, except that your hair was still growing. You excused yourself to the bathroom, where you were torn at first whether to choose the mens or the womens restroom. You took a quick glance at your dress and went for the womens room. You went to the bathroom a couple of times just to check on how long your hair had gotten. You were a little dissapointed, because it didn't exactly get much longer than it already was, maybe half an inch over the course of the entire evening. Which, under normal circumstances, would have been a lot, but given your wish you kind of hoped it would be more. When you wrote your wish down, you didn't write down any specifications about your hair, but you kinda hoped it would grow all the way down to your waist. You didn't notice any other changes during the entirety of dinner, except one thing; you could have sworn that you were starting to grow breasts. You checked yourself out very closely in the mirror, but you couldn't decide if it were actually were. You only knew that your chest was feeling tender and sore, but you thought that must have been because of how unusual the dress felt.
You didn't notice anything unusual about yourself until the next morning. First thing you realized was that, no, you weren't mistaken; you were definitely growing breasts already. When you looked down your pyjamas you were greeted by the sight of A cup sized breasts. Well they were more studs than breasts, but you were certain that that was going to change. As you looked down your hair was getting into your eyes (it probably continued to grow out over night), so you brushed the blond strand out of your face-
Wait, blond? You quickly got up and out of bed to look in the mirror that was suddenly in your room. Now that you noticed that, you quickly stopped and checked your entire room, which had gotten a lot girlier over night. Full length mirror, a new wardrobe with several drawers, with a few dresses visibly hanging out in the open. You were about to take a look at it, when you remembered why you had gotten out of bed in the first place and went to the mirror instead. What you saw was a person that could only be mistaken for a boy with a lot of imagination.
The clothes you had worn for sleeping were a simple pair of panties, black in color and a white loose shirt. Your features had gotten significantly more feminine. Your thighs were thicker and your hips seemed to have gotten wider, but you couldn't really see it because of the shirt so you took it off.
Your hips WERE wider, together with your butt, which was something you noticed when you turned sideways. Your waist had also gotten slimmer, then there were your new breast studs (you already knew that) and last but not least, your hair. It had gotten again over night and was now reaching down to your collarbone and appearantly, you also went blond over night. It wasn't platinum, but your hair had very noticeably become much lighter in tone, so much so that it cold very well be called blond.
Then you finally inspected your face a little closer and only one thing came to mind: that's a girl.
Over night, all traces of masculinity had disappeared out of your face.
"Well, that's certainly going fast", you say.