Wishful Thinking

It was a typical Friday night. The distinct sounds of some yuri hentai coming from my sister's room, Mom in the living room either playing video games or watching anime, not entirely sure which, and I have no idea what Dad did. I sat on my bed, reading the latest book from my favorite romance novelist, a bit bored, when I glanced outside my window at the night sky when I noticed a shooting star. Now, I'm not admitting I'm gay, but I have always wondered what it would be like to be one of the girls in the romance novels. The novel I was reading was especially good, too. Normally, I'm not into lesbian stuff, as I'm surrounded by it all day, but the book was about a female detective who was falling in love with the commissioner's wife and I kind of felt myself wanting her to get the girl.

I'm also not one to believe in wishes, and the one I made that night wasn't intended to be serious. "I wish I was a girl..." I started and caught myself. I had intended to wish that I was a girl in one of my romance novels, but I didn't get the rest of it out, the rest of it spilling out in my head.

"What I really wish for is something interesting to happen," I said to myself before turning my full attention back to the book.

I honestly have no idea when I fell asleep. It feels like it was immediately after the second wish 'cause that's the last thing I remember. The next thing I remember waking up with a face full of strange, long, black hair. Brushing it out of my eyes, I noticed my hand wasn't the masculine hand it had been when I went to sleep. Instead, it was small and delicate and the nails were painted pink. "Who goes to bed with painted nails?" I asked out loud and was greeted by a feminine voice.

My eyes went wide in horror as I rushed to the small bathroom attached to my room. Looking into the mirror, I was greeted by a very female version of myself, complete with barely-B-cup breasts and long black hair. Luckily, who ever changed me, didn't leave me completely naked, as I wore a flowery pink t-shirt and some oddly matching boxers. As any sensible boy would do, I screamed at the sight of my new body.