This choice: Woman of 20-30 years old • Go Back... Barry lay on the floor. Squeezing his eyes closed, as he tried to process what had just happened. The blinding light from the rock.
Nah! That had to be his imagination. Surely it was a power surge and he'd caught a bad reflection right into his eyes. He snorted at his casual wish, wondering what it'd truly be like to be a woman for a day, or a week.
Planting his elbows on the floor. Barry started to ease himself back upright. But as he did that, he started to feel a number of things were ... off.
His clothes feeling looser, and more extensive. His eyes still stung and refused to focus. Resting his back against the bed he got himself into a sitting position. The sense of wrongness was still there, intensifying if nothing else.
It wasn't just his clothes that felt wrong. Wondering if he'd banged his head harder than he realised, he got to his feet. Swaying slightly as he did. Balancing was harder with his vision still blurry. Scrunching and unscrunching his eyes, he fought to clear away the tears and the bring the world back into focus.
And it did. With a surge everything fell into place. It was a hideous revelation. Barry saw the woman reflected back from his mirror, as he felt the sway of his bust, the confinement of his bra, the width of his hips, the weight of his ass.
Barry wasn't a he anymore. Fingers cautiously confirming he was fully a woman, her hands recoiled in shock from the discovery. Barry could only take in the fear-widened eyes in the mirror. She'd gotten her wish.
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Fighting the idea of fainting once more, she clung to the edge of the desk until the world stopped spinning. Barry struggled to recall the details of his vague wish. His gaze suddenly shifting to the floor, hunting for the stone. It was behind this... He was stuck as a woman.
'Oh, God, am I a woman forever?', she muttered. Her soft new voice sounding wrong in her ears.
"No." a source-less voice told her.
Whipping around, Barry pressed her fuller rump against the desk, as she hunted for the speaker.
"You wished for this body for a day or a week, and I granted that wish."
"This body." you hands waving up and down your body.
"That is how women dressed in my time." The voice paused, "At least, decent women... are you saying you wish to be indecent?"
"I want to be me again... The male me... Decent me!" your voice rising in panic, as you continue talking.
"You made a wish, and I granted it. It must be granted. You wanted to try being a woman, I made you one."
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