“Dibs on the Mom!” Emily shouts,
“Urgh, fine,” Niko said,
“Okay. So, a little girl and her mother. We’ll start small, I wish Niko was a girl,” you said. You look over and watch as Niko looks at his body. He stands up from his chair, letting you and Emily have a full view of the transformation. His hips begin to expand a little, his already kinda plump thighs get bigger, but butt also gets bigger too. His waist begins to get the tiniest bit smaller but your waist is still smaller, and you’re a guy. His chest begins to expand, it grows bigger and firmer. He has a pretty nice set of boobs, made bigger by his already chubby frame. His face becomes slightly more feminine. You look at the bulge in his pants as it disappears.
“Wow, this is weird,” Niko says, “why did I suggest a little girl instead of a little boy?” Niko facepalms himself,
“Dude I can change you back,” you say,
“No, it’s fine. It’s not everyday a guy gets to see what it’s like to be a girl,”
“Yeah, true. Maybe I’ll give it a go at some point,” you both laugh. You shift your eyes over to Emily, she looks a little sad, she was distracted by something, “you okay, Emily?” She quickly snaps out of her trance,
“Huh? Oh yeah, sorry I was just...” you look at where her eyes were facing, it was right at Niko’s breasts, “it was nothing. Just... don’t worry,”
“Okay...” you say, you know that Emily is a lesbian, but she doesn’t usually act like that around other girls, you decide to try and distract from what’s keeping her down, “so you’re the mom, how old do you wanna be?” You ask her,
“Oh... Uhh...” she says, she shakes her head and puts a smile back on her face, it feels a little forced but you don’t bring it up with her, “let’s say... 42,”
“Got it. I wish Emily is 42 years old,”
Emily looks around as her body begins to get older. She gets taller. Her curves don’t change at all, still pretty much not there. As she enters her 20’s you see her face mature. She gets older, not a lot changes as she goes through her 20’s other than a few wrinkles appear. As she entered her 30’s, you see her skin get less soft, her wrinkles more prominent, her hair also develops some grey to it. As she finally enters her 40’s, the grey hairs are more apparent. She looks older, she looked her age, maybe a little younger, but it still looked like Emily.
“So... what can we do to make you not look like yourself?”
“What?” Niko says,
“I mean. If you look at her, it’s Emily. Like she might be 42 but she looks like herself. Skylar will know who she is immediately,”
“Boobs.” Emily says out of the blue,
“Huh?” You say, confused,
“I mean....” Emily, cringes at herself, “sorry. What I meant is, if I want to look like I’m not me, then give me boobs. I don’t have an ounce of cleavage so it’ll be good... right?”
You and Niko look at each other, he shrugs, “I mean she is right. She doesn’t have a curve to speak of. I think I even had bigger boobs before I was a girl,”
“Exactly!” Emily says pointing at Niko,
“I mean... sure, why not. It does make sense I guess,” you say, shrugging,
“Wait... just before we do this... look around,” Emily says. You look around, everybody in the Coffee Shop is looking at you all. A girl just turned into a 42 year old woman and a kid just swapped genders,
“Oh yeah. I wish everybody expect me, Niko, and Emily didn’t see any of what has happened and forgets it immediately,” everybody in the coffee shop looks around confused at what they were looking at. They all go back to whatever they were doing before, “okay, I wish we were at Niko’s house, in his bedroom,” you say, you suddenly feel yourself spinning. You look around, you aren’t even moving, you close your eyes to try and get rid of the feeling. As you open them. You’re in Niko’s bedroom, you see Emily and Niko too. It was a weird feeling but it worked.
“Uhh... well that was awesome,” Emily, said,
“Okay where were we?” You ask,
“You were gonna give me big boobs,” Emily chimes in,
You look at Niko again, he was just looking at Emily, you look back.
“I guess, I wish-”
“Wait!” Emily yells,
“W-what?” You say, frightened a little by her sudden yell,
“Can I have the ring. I mean it’s my body so I know what will make it work right,”
“Uh... yeah I guess,” you slip off the ring and give it to her, “just yourself, don’t change us,”
“Got it.” She says, she eagerly swipes the ring out of your hand.