Empathy?

Gripping the wishing rock tightly, Jon decided that he had to try. Formulating his wish in his mind, he said, "I wish I knew what she was going through."

That's when everything changed.

Jon was no longer in his bedroom. Jon was no longer, in fact, in him!

He found himself standing in his washroom, staring into his mirror at a face that he knew very well, but had no business being his reflection.

Jon had become Karyn.

His hair was blonde, his breasts were larger than Karyn's had been earlier that day, but other than a bad case of crying induced red eyes, he was staring at Karyn in the mirror.

"Shit," he said, his voice the soft timber of Karyn's voice, panic rising inside of him. Taking a step back, he found that his whole centre of gravity had changed, mostly caused by his first set of tits, which were proudly protruding from the front of Karyn's dowdy blouse. He had never wanted to be a woman, this wasn't what he had intended. What Jon's wish was supposed to do was create more empathy in him, allowing him to be a better friend while Karyn worked through the transformation. Not this. Never this.

He had to get that rock.

Jon threw the door open and ran to his room, his breasts bouncing painfully. He didn't care. These breasts were temporary. They had to be. He couldn't live like this.

In his bedroom he found his old body sitting casually on the bed, reading a comic book.

"Oh, hey Jon," the person who Jon assumed was Karyn (in his old body) said, "you okay? I thought I heard crying. Is it the boobs and hair thing? Honestly, I don't think they look that bad."

That's when it hit him. Karyn had never heard the wish, so she would think that this body was her natural body, that she had always been male.

"Fuck," he said, wondering where that wishing rock was.