The pink gemstone has other plans...

John focused on Jesse's next clothing flannel pj bottoms when the stone became much more frustrated with his target of inanimate objects. Or at least that's what John assumed the feeling was that tugged at him.

The PJ bottoms melted into a pile of red silk, a sexy nightgown.

"I think this is a bad idea Jesse... It doesn't want me to make things. Or maybe it doesn't like the idea of me not using it on people?"

Jesse frowned, then a lightbulb of an idea came to her, "One of my exes left her panties and some clothes! What if you try transforming that into masculine clothing? If that works maybe I can put them on and you can transform them into male clothes and I'll get transformed by proxy!"

John hesitated but related, "Okay, but you promise you won't get mad at me if it doesn't work?"

"Promise!" Jesse said, not paying attention to John as she bathed in the idea that she found a loophole.

She laid down a pair of panties on the coffee table and gave John one of those pep talk shoulder massages. "Okay, champ, just focus, the panties are boxers. The panties are boxers!"

John focused, the coldness of the gemstone in his hand. He could feel it trying to stay warm but he focused on keeping it cold, maybe that would reverse the effect. For a second he thought nothing would happen, but then the panties twitched. The stone felt like it was burning cold, like frostbite. In a slow agonizing minute the panties shifted and restricted becoming boxer briefs. John dropped the stone into the table.

"You are a wizard!" Jesse beamed, she held up the boxers and checked to make sure they were real. "Okay, I've got one of her sleep shirts and yoga pants. I'll slip into that and we can turn me back into a man."

John looked at the stone, something felt off. "I don't like this, something feels off."

Jesse smiled, "This is the only way to get my dick back, John, I'll take risk."

John tried to find the words, but couldn't, "Alright... Let's try it."

Jesse ran into her room and came out in neon pink athleisure wear. "Hit me with your Best shot!"

John held the stone and tried focusing on Jesse, the coldness he felt before slowly began to build, but like an arm wrestling match where the opponent was tricking you, the warmth flooded into the stone like John had no control over the coldness before, the tugging at his mind a patronizing pat on the head.

"Oh no-"

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