Andrew shuffled distractedly as he thought about all the great stuff he could wish for. Oddly, most of the stuff that came to mind was sexy, or just flat out freaky. His mind wandered to all the porn he watched the other day, and suddenly smiled with a neat idea.
"Lesbians are so hot, so let's make that a universal thing. I wish..." he said, pausing as he felt an odd sort of tingly floaty feeling. Some wind came out of nowhere and tousled his hair, but he ignored it and continued with his wish. "I wish... that instead of guys and girls, the world just had girls with pussies and girls with dicks." A strange white glow fogged around him, and he suddenly felt very tired. Staggering, he slumped against the magician machine, his heavy eyelids fluttering closed...
When he awoke, he felt sort of sore, but not in a bad way. All his muscles had a tense feeling he attributed to sleeping on something hard. Where was he, anyway? This wasn't his bedroom, that was for sure. He yawned and stretched, one eye opening a little as he tried to remember. Dusty arcade machines, blinking lights, irritating jingly tunes coming from some of the side-scrollers… “Oh, that’s right. The arcade.”
He shook his head and opened his eyes, mentally remarking that he still didn’t feel totally stretched, like there was some weird weight on his chest. He opened his eyes fully, but this time all he saw was a curtain of auburn hair. “What the…?” he murmured, and noticed that it didn’t sound like his own voice.
Lifting his hands to his face, he parted the hair hanging over his eyes and looked in shock down at himself. While the body was still sitting with legs splayed haphazardly like before, it didn’t seem like it was HIS body. Slender, graceful legs stretched from a pair of comfortable skate shoes, through tight-ish jeans, with tiny pockets and little bedazzled glitzy bits around the belt. His stomach was exposed, showing a soft, narrow waist and flat stomach, while his upper chest… Well, it was significantly larger than before. He guessed the blue tube top contained C-cup breasts, and as he breathed heavily in surprise and excitement they jiggled and wobbled, giving him a wonderful view of his cleavage.
“Holy crap, it worked!” she said, tossing her long hair aside and staggering to her feet to appraise her new body better. So much of her bounced and jiggled, now. Her chest, her cute round ass… this was amazing. “So the wish came true, and I’m a girl now… and I guess all guys are, too.” She had to go see this for herself.
She went to the door and cracked it, peeking out. She saw a pair of grade-school age girls playing a racing game, giggling delightedly. She opened the door a little further, scanning the arcade’s main room. Everywhere she looked, there were girls. Breasts, butts, all the wonderful things on wonderful women. Not a flat chest in sight. But she also noticed some sported obvious bulges in the front of jeans or skirts.
“This is awesome,” Andrea said, opening the door and walking out, her eyes still wandering like a caffeinated chipmunk with ADHD. At the arcade’s front doors, the view through the glass showed him some of the mall outside, women everywhere: shopping, gossiping, managing kids, and doing what they always had… but there were no men’s stores, no musclebros peddling poloshirts, or annoying gangstas trying to buy new jordans.
After a bit of gazing, she realized she felt a pressure in her abdomen, and she realized it had been all day since she’d gone to pee. And a world away, really. So she went back through the arcade to find the bathrooms. There was only one, which was odd, but made sense. She went inside, to the urinals and started unzipping her pants, fantasizing about how great her new life would be. She reached down to grab her junk and aim it, but…
Empty air. Andrea looked down, and saw that there wasn’t anything left to grab, her smoothly-waxed pubic area flat. Oh, why hadn’t she noticed this before? “Oh no… oh no oh no…” She stumbled into a stall, her pants falling down to her knees. She sat down on the toilet and her heart raced as she peeled away her panties. Lower down, about where she remembered balls being, was a pretty, pink slit. It was perfect, soft slender lips barely peeking out of a plush camel toe. Tentatively, she reached down, gently spreading it to reveal a little fold of skin, covering a little nub or flesh.
“Right, great. Totally girl now.” She sighed. With a weird wish-granting magic thingy, she should have expected something like this to happen. “Still, it’s not so bad. I’ll miss you, cock, but this opens up a lot of opportunities.”
A voice drifted over from another stall. “Who are you talking to?” it asked.
Startled, Andrea hastily answered, “Uh, nothing, I mean nobody. Uh… I’m on the phone!” She heard an unconvinced snort, but the other girl didn’t say anything.