Vicky stared down at the penis and testicles that had now fully replaced her privates. After a bit, a stream of urine shot out of the penis and into the toilet bowl...a sensation Vicky was experiencing for only the fourth time.
Finished, she dropped the lid and toilet seat in place and reaching down, she pulled up the pants and underwear she was wearing. As she did so, she briefly thought about the underwear...with pictures of Transformers on them...and the shirt...it had a picture of Charmander on the front...she was wearing.
All in all, it had been a little over a fortnight, two weeks, since she had made the wish. And in that time, she had changed really, really slowly, with the current change being that her vulva had finally closed about a day ago and the clothes in her wardrobe shifting to something that looked like what her brother had worn when he had been about six.
Walking over to the mirror and sink, she climbed atop and peered into the reflective surface. Peering back was a short haired girl, with slightly round cheeks that hinted at baby fat. Reaching down, she turned on the water and began to wash her hands. Afterward, she slide off the sink and reaching over to were a hand towel was hung up, Vicky thought about that fact that she had shrunk by several inches and wondered, for the umpteenth time, whether she should tear up the note.
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As Vicky finished up in the bathroom, Bryan slowly pulled on a pink and frilly dress. Standing before the mirror that had appeared in his room...a room that was now painted white with pink trim and had a white carpet...a couple of days ago. Peering at the reflective surface, thinking he still looked too much like a boy, he played with the long auburn hair that now fell past his shoulders.
After a moment, he lifted up the dress and peered at panties he was wearing, knowing that a boy didn't have those kind of body parts. After a bit, Bryan sighed and dropping the dress, Bryan told himself, "You look like a ten year old boy wearing his sister's clothes."
Turning away from the mirror, he looked at his bed, taking in the Hello Kitty sheets, torn between being happy that he was turning into a girl, although rather slowly, and being deeply troubled by what was happening.
After a bit, he took off the bed a plush animal and looking at the cat, Bryan commented, "At least I am not the only one changing," as he thought about Vicky and how she was looking more and more like a boy. After a bit, he asked himself, "Should I talk to her about this or should I let things play out."
Unsure, Bryan stood and setting the plush cat on his bed, he headed for his closet, were more and more costumes and girl's formal wear had been appearing steadily over the past fortnight.
Taking a pair of white tights out, he stood once again in front of the mirror. After staring at his reflection for a couple of seconds, Bryan pulled the tights on, liking the way they felt and hugged his body. Turning away from the mirror, he slipped his feet...which had changed only slightly...into a pair of pink slippers that fit him just right.
Turning back to the bed, he picked up the cat and moving over to a chest full of doll clothing, he sat down in front of it. Unaware that his mind drifted every now and again, and that it was doing so right now, Bryan lifted the lid of the chest and began to select different clothes for the plush cat.
As he did so, Bryan began to prattle on and on about a pretend tea-party with Angelina "Naproxen" Mousling.
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In her room, Vicky heard some off the conversation her brother was sharing with the plush cat. In her hand was the note. Staring at it, she asked herself, "What went haywire with my wish?" but was unable to come up with an answer.
After a bit, she placed her other hand on the note, running it along the top of the paper. As she did so, Vicky asked herself, "Tear it up or leave it as is?"