Kelly looked at her hands. They were fine, dainty, and at her mother's insistence she had painted the nails
a delicate shade of rose to be "more ladylike"
Well, fuck that.
"I wish my hands were heavy and strong, and that my nails were short and unpolished. I wish that they would
never grow any longer."
As she watched, her hands tingled, and swelled; as her nails shrank the polish flaked off and disappeared.
Maybe catching onto the direction of her wish, the hair on her hands and knuckles grew a little thicker. For
a moment, she panicked as the ring felt tight--then it loosened again, adapting itself to fit her.
She clenched each fist, and grinned.
"I wish my feet were men's feet, and that my toenails were like my fingernails and would never grow long."
Her feet, too, ballooned out and grew wider, and she saw her flats by her bed warp into a pair of sneakers.
"I wish I could bench two hundred--no, three hundred pounds--and that I never shaved my pits." Her underarms
itched, and she felt a tangle of coarse, sparse hair. Her arms, on the other hand, she could watch in the
mirror. Biceps, triceps, trapezius, pectoral, the muscles in and around surged to life. Again, little
bonuses: some were just natural--her weightlifter's build broadened her shoulders immensely, and her breasts
seemed to shrink just a bit--and others fit the theme: the vague dusting of hair on her hands grew thicker,
and reached up the back of her forearms to her elbow.
She flexed her right arm into a curl, in the mirror, and ran her left through her buzz-cut as she winked at
the woman dying in the mirror as a man was born.
"I wish I never had to shave my legs, and that I had _muscle_ there, without an ounce of fat." Kelly's mother
would have screamed to see the dark hair that tangled over her daughter's legs. Not that she would care now--
the ring saw to that--but once upon a time she would have freaked. Kelly watched as her calves took on sharp
definition, and slapped the outside of one hairy thigh, feeling no padding, just solid muscle.
"I wish I could grow a thick beard." Kelly said. "I wish I had an adam's apple, and a deep voice." She
paused to watch the changes in the mirror. Kelly didn't have a brother, but she imagined this is what he'd
look like. A coarse stubble started at the edge of her lips, and at her sideburns, and prickled outward across
her face from there. She looked at the shaving kit, and wondered whether to use it now, or...
No. She would wait until she was done, and then reconsider then.
She cleared her throat.
"Hmmm..." Her voice was a deep bass, and she smiled in the mirror.
"I wish I was completely flat-chested." She boomed. "I wish the only thing giving my chest shape would be
muscle, plain and simple, and it wouldn't be sensitive at all. I wish I had chest hair..."
Her tits quivered a bit as they melted away.
"Goodbye, girls." Kelly said. "I'm not going to miss you."
The nipples tingled a little as they shrank, and then there was only a little itching, as manly chest hair
curled out from her sternum and sprawled out lazily, starting to trail downward towards...
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the bra she had cast away was now a loose tank top.
"Almost there..." She said. "I wish my..." She frowned, and turned. In the mirror, her still curvy, still-
round butt connected to her hairy, muscular legs.
"I wish I had no fat on my butt, and that I had narrow hips that couldn't carry a child." Her voice took on a
nasal, mocking tone at the last part.
True to her wish, her ass took on definition, and as her hips sunk in, she turned again to admire the perfect
V-shape of her torso.
"Oh, nice, a six-pack." She ran her hands over her abdomen, and looked just a little lower...
Her vagina was still there. Invisible beneath a tangle of pubes, it was the last thing. All it would take...
Her heart beat in her chest. A single, simple wish, and everything she hated about being a woman would be
over, because her-as-a-woman would be over.
A simple wish. So easy.