"Here goes then," David said to no one in particular before staring at the little stone. The image of Stephany's bulging form and sweet smile filled his mind. He tried to focus on what it was that made him so jealous of her as he began to make his wish."I wish I was a fat girl, and cute, and that I had someone special who loved me for that and always wanted more." The words settled oddly on his own ears, like he could barely comprehend that his own mouth had spoken them. Still, he supposed it was the kind of fantasy that he wished Stephany would want if he was in a relationship with her. He looked away from the stone and out the window, waiting for a sign like a shooting star to signal that his wish had been heard, but nothing came.
Come to think of it, Stephany never said that she wished upon the stone; David had made that part up himself. "Oh well, I guess I can still keep it as my lucky charm like she suggested," he mumbled out loud, before finally getting into bed.
His bed felt different when he awoke the next morning. It was softer, supported his body unevenly, and the blankets were warmer too. He threw the covers off a moment before opening his eyes, and immediately knew that something was wrong.
This wasn't his room. His walls were painted white, not this faintest shade of blue. He also had a ceiling fan which this room lacked. That was what he could tell just from looking upwards. Turning his head from side to side deepened his unease: no matter how he looked at it, this was a room meant for a little girl, from the pink gilded vanity with its cringeworthy nail polish choices, to the art-class colored pencil drawing of a unicorn.
He started to sit up in bed to get his bearing better, and somehow he failed. His muscles gave out and he flopped onto his back once more. That wasn't right either. Looking down at himself, he saw why. Not only was he in a little girl's room, but he was also a fat little girl. A soft, rotund belly sat like a hill in front of him, obscuring a good part of his vision when looking down. Lying on his back like this and feeling its weight pressing down, it became obvious why he couldn't do a sit up in the normal way. A big white tank top covered it up sufficiently, and the wide but shallow bumps of his fatty little breasts too.
He watched his chest heave as the situation settled in on him. Okay, so he was a little girl now, or at least in the body of one. Panic started to rise in him, and then fell abruptly. Something in the back of his mind told him this was right. Wasn't he always a girl? Confusion replaced the fear as dissonant pairs of thoughts battled each other in his mind. He was David- no he was Catherine. He was a teenage boy- no he was a girl. He tried to remember what he did yesterday and got two separate answers. He met a new girl at school- no he got the high score on the speed multiplication test. Wait! The girl and the stone she gave him! He turned over his heavy body, fumbling his porky thighs around past each other under the thin blanket as he repositioned to look at the floor by the bed. Of course, because this wasn't David's room, his jeans and the stone that he left in the pocket of them before taking them off for bed weren't there. Stephany gave him that lucky stone, and he made a wish on it, and now he's in the body of a girl. It didn't really make sense, but it had to be related somehow.
Out of one of Catherine's habits, he reached for the cell phone she kept by the pillow, opening up her social media accounts with one pudgy finger. Her heart fluttered as she saw she had a new message from Tommy, her boyfriend. Hope youre ready for dinner this evening. Im helping cook! :) Ah yes, that happened the day before yesterday. Tommy Han asked her to come over to his family's restaurant to eat. Going on romantic dates can be kind of difficult when you're ten years old. Still, Tommy's family owned the best Chinese restaurant in town, and he was going to show off his cooking skills just for her. Her belly gurgled happily as she thought about how she was going to stuff herself with savory foods cooked with her boyfriend's love. A moment later her nethers started to tingle too, surprising David who of course, never felt such a thing. But still the truth was whether the barely-pubescent Catherine realized it or not, the thought of gorging herself with her boyfriend's help was arousing to more than just her stomach.
This was surely the start of a good day for Catherine, and the weirdest one ever for David.
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