I wrote this back in 2020, and then somehow, I forgot I had done so. I then wrote a new version in 2026. That one was posted online and today, I found this.
Enjoy?
Jon stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him, locking it. It was not a great high quality lock. If you knew how, you could twist the handle just so and gain access, rendering the lock superfluous. And everyone in the family could do it, although Mikey was certainly more adept that Mom was. But the lock signaled to the family that this was alone time, that someone was in there and, provided they didn’t have a good reason or handy excuse, the door would remain closed.
Jon set his pajamas on the counter, then set the wishing stone on top. He normally showered right after dinner, unless he had plans to go out. He preferred to go to bed clean. He had tried a shower in the morning, but they were always quick and rushed and either cut into his breakfast or his sleep. In the summer, it was a bit different, as the nights could get a bit sticky and there wasn’t a firm timeline to his mornings. But during the school year, Jon showered in the evenings. Besides, his first class in the morning was gym and he could grab a shower there. It worked well enough for him.
Jon took off his shirt and looked at himself in the mirror. He was fairly average for his age. Not quite six feet tall, but only lacking an inch or so. Not overweight, but his muscles weren’t really defined. His brownish hair was in a hair cut picked more for simplicity then style. His face wasn’t distinct, and, in general, he looked rather ordinary.
He could, of course, change things with the stone, but he felt a bit reserved about that. He had seen how easy it was for Karyn to get a massive… change. Yeah. Change. And while she got many looks, they weren’t quite what Jon would hope for. He didn’t want to *have been* six inches taller, he wanted to *be* six inches taller. He wanted to see people looking at his change in height, comment on it, treat him not as if he had always been that way, but to have people appreciate the change.
Of course, making some obvious change like that would endanger his ownership of the stone. He had to be subtle, if he didn’t want to be tyrannical. He could easily be a tyrant with the power, wielding it like a flaming sword, distributing retribution wherever he chose. It would be easy. Too easy. And tyrants never ended well. There was too much world out there and Jon didn’t want to pick a fight with all of it. If the world had one object of incredible power, it probably held more than one such object. And until he knew more, he was going to keep it on the down low.
Of course, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to make some wishes. In fact, he had a set of wishes carefully written down. He drew out the paper from his pocket, laying it right next to the stone. He grabbed his wallet and the rest of the contents of his pockets, while he was at it. He also removed his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down and kicking them into a rough pile with his shirt. He stared at the pile for a second and then bent, grabbing the dirty clothes, shaking them out and folding them neatly on the toilet seat. Tonight would not be a regular shower and proper decorum was therefore in order. The wishing stone, with all of its power, would finally enable him to live a fantasy he had been carefully building for years.
It had started, as many such fantasies do, with Ranma 1/2. Jon had enjoyed watching the anime, with its clever scenarios and comedic effects, but the idea of water being the basis for a transformation stuck in his mind. And afterward, everytime he stepped into the shower, he thought about the show, about the transformations, and well, the door was locked and there was no one to interrupt his thoughts as he pondered the nature of transformations and some of the errotic situations that could arrise.
His first deviation from the Ranma approach was to limit the water supply. A shower was common enough, controlled enough, to be the trigger. It’s hard to inadvertently take a shower. His second deviation was to allow some variation into the new form. The busty little red-head was cute and Jon had definitely thought about her a lot, but he realized as his fantasy developed that while a single form could be fun, letting that form change day to day would be better. But not in a silly Spell for Chameleon way. No, in his fantasies, he could select attributes before the change. It was his fantasy, after all, and Jon’s tastes did change. An action movie, a book, even a girl at school could spark a little tiny shred of an idea and Jon would roll it into his ongoing fantasy, specifically designed to allow for growth and new options.
His final deviation, the one part of the whole shebang that let him think of using the stone, was that he had decided, long ago, that the transformation should be easy to turn off. While the idea of being able to turn into a girl intrigued him in all the right places, he didn’t like the idea of *living* as a girl. His life was comfortable enough, his quirks and fetishes were enjoyable, and, honestly, he had little idea about how living as a girl worked. But turning into a girl, for as long as he wanted, that was intriguing.
He had even named her, this fantasy female version of himself. Of course, as part of her variation, she could assume any name, but when he had to think of her, he thought of the pun that had gotten stuck: April Showers. A silly name for what had once been a silly fantasy.
A silly fantasy made reality, thanks to his inheritance from his grandfather.
He dropped his boxers, laying them neatly on the pile of discarded clothes. A fresh pair was piled with his pajamas. Normally, he’d have wadded them into a pile, adding them to his laundry hamper when he was done, but tonight, he wanted to be able to pause in his shower and examine how his change had affected his clothes. And that was easier with a bit of order.
In the nude, his pulse quickening, Jon opened his notes and grabbed the rock.
“I wish that whenever I step into a shower, as I get wet, I will transform. I wish that this transformation will last until I turn the shower off, at which point I will transform back into my normal, male, self. I wish that the form I transform into will be of a girl, with all the specifics and attributes that I thought about right before stepping in, with any unspecified aspects being extrapolated from the rest.”
The stone surged and Jon blinked. Nothing seemed to be different, but, then, nothing would. He set his notes and the stone back onto the counter, pulled back the shower curtain, and turned on the water. It took a minute for the water to reach optimum temperature. Jon reached in and felt the water, and instantly scolded himself silently. The water was fine, but he could have transformed before he was ready. He didn’t however, and that gave him a quick jolt of alarm. Did the wish fail? But then he remembered his wording. He had to step into the shower and, presumably, that meant he had to start with his feet. Well, the wish was made, the water was perfect, it was time. Jon took a deep breath, ran his mind over the specifics of this first test, and stepped into the shower.
It was not instantaneous. He could feel himself changing from the feet up. It felt like being submerged in warm water that was rapidly rising, but without a current to disturb. The warm sensation rose up his legs, climbed his tummy and chest, then flowed down his arms, leaving his head for last. He could feel his hair, not growing, but becoming grown, as weight was suddenly introduced. His body felt… different. It was hard to describe. All of the weights and lengths his mind was used to needed to be recalibrated. He, or rather, she, wasn’t clumsy in her new form, it was just that every move she made felt a bit surprising. She also felt natural, which was not a thing he had specified, but was glad of, nonetheless. It had also been pleasurable. Jon had been worried that the change would have been a bit more Werewolf of London than the instant swap of Ranma. He had a backup wish, just in case he needed to replace pain with pleasure, but it was unwarranted.
Leaving the water running, April stepped out of the shower. She was shorter than Jon, which was a thrill. The room looked bigger. Not much, but enough to notice. Reaching for a towel took a little more of an extension. She pulled the towel off the rack and dried her legs off. They were dainty feet, smaller than his own. They were shapely legs, hairless. She blushed as her mind moved further up her body. April was a bit more innocent than Jon had been, it seems. Time enough for that later, she thought to herself. It was interesting that her mind was a bit different. Jon hadn’t really thought about that part too hard when preparing, but April didn’t think it would end up being a problem. If anything like her surprising naivete was inconvenient, she could shut off the water, and run through the transformation again.
She held the towel out at arms length, noting how it seemed bigger, longer, thicker, without really changing, then wiped the small amount of fog off the mirror. The face wasn’t quite Jon had pictured, but then, he didn’t have much of a mind for faces. She was cute, with long, mid-back length hair that was a natural blonde with red and gold streaks going down it. Her eyes were large and a bewitching green, that seemed to sparkle with mischief, even to herself. Her chest wasn’t ridiculously huge, but it was definitely prominent. Jon didn’t know, exactly, how different bra sizes related to size in the real world, other than that the higher the letter, the larger. He hadn’t specified, this time.
April turned in front of the mirror, getting as best of a look as she could. The stone was there and she could have wished for a different set up, maybe one of those winged cabinets, so she could have a bit more in the way of angles, but she resisted. There was still more to test. With a nod to her reflection and a nervous swallow, she reached back into the shower and turned it off.
It was like a warm bath draining while you were in it. Jon, for that’s who he was again at the end, felt her form flow away, leaving the familiar default form. It wasn’t painful, but it sure wasn’t as pleasurable as the assumption of a form. Jon turned in front of the mirror again, making sure he was back to normal. All was as it should be. He eyed the shower again.
Two tests, then, were completed. The change, and the change back. Jon turned back to the shower and turned the water back on. The pipes hadn’t had time to cool down, but Jon waited a minute anyway. He was fixing some attributes for April firmly in his mind. First, the hair would be longer, reaching past her back down to her ass. Second, it would be black, jet back. Third, she would be taller. Six and a half feet tall was the number he fixed in his head. (He didn’t know if numbers would work. That was another test.) Fourth and finally, this time, she would be extremely busty. Jon pictured a chest of anime proportions. With all of this set firmly in his mind, he stepped into the shower.
This time, as he knew what to expect, he was able to focus on the change itself, almost giving himself to the warm floating sensation. It was just as enjoyable, and, as he focused on it, concentrated on making it last, it seemed to. Outside of himself, an observer would have noticed the change from naked young man sticking a foot in the shower to naked young woman, the process taking minutes rather than seconds, but Jon had no way of knowing precisely how much time his transformation took. Had he been clever enough to bring a watch, to time his transformations, it would have been plain as day, but, reveling in the feeling, he would put off such a mundane benchmarking until later.
April opened her eyes again. And, once again, her height was the first, most obvious thing. She was eight inches taller than Jon and the difference in perspective was even greater than it had been with her earlier self. The shower head, for one thing, was now just above her, instead of the comfortably higher it had been for Jon and the miles away it had seemed for earlier April. Now April, this April, was scared that she would bump into it accidentally, if she leaned forward wrong or raised herself on her toes for some reason.
Stepping out of the shower, she went up to her tiptoes, intrigued by the thought. She shot up, her perspective changing by another few inches. Everything looked so small. She could almost see the top of the medicine cabinet. It was incredible. She looked down at the wonderful feet, feet that must surely be larger than Jon’s.
There was nothing below her neck but tit-flesh. Or, at least, that was all she saw. She couldn’t even process them as breasts, they were just too big. Eagerly, she snatched at the towel and wiped at the ever present fog that had built up during her transformation. When the glass was clear, her jaw dropped and all she could do was stare.
Now, Jon was not… uninformed about the female body. He had seen pictures and had watched anime that contained scenes he could never explain to his mother, even though it wasn’t hentai. The computer he had saved for last summer expanded his opportunities at examining the, uh, unadorned female form. But none of that prepared him for her reflection. Her breasts were ginormous. She had no idea what size they were. They were certainly the largest she had ever seen, outside of anime and some weird places on the internet. But, ignoring the fictitious, they were without a doubt the largest boobs she had ever even heard of. Cupping her hands underneath did nothing to conceal and almost nothing to sway them from their shape. They were lighter than she expected. But perhaps that was his thought of anime boobs, whose physics were less than believable. Or perhaps it was the extrapolation, providing stronger muscles due to her size and her, ah, size, to make it all manageable. Or maybe it was even her hair, as jet black and as long as imagined, acting as a sort of counter balance. April ran her fingers through her hair. It was silky and moved easily. She pulled strands of it forward, obscuring her face like some kind of monstrous creature. Well, a monstrous creature with no face and a pair of torpedoes strapped to the front. She giggled.
Thinking of her chest again reminded her of another test she had wanted to check on, before going back to the shower. Numbers worked, as did picturing the results. Her insane anime boobs indicated that picturing a result worked extremely well. But, reaching to Jon’s neatly folded pile of clothes, she could tell that one of the tests had been a failure. She, or he, rather, had hoped that his clothes might change with her, I mean, him. He hadn’t been certain how the wish would work, exactly, when he had carefully selected the word transform. Maybe, if he focused on her having taken off the clothes, on those being *her* clothes, they might transform as well. It was another thing he would have to try. But, before that, April turned back to the mirror again, wiping off the fog that had already reformed. The noise of the shower still running registered faintly at the back of her mind. It had been running for a while now and she was getting used to it. It had been running longer than she had been alive in a way, she thought with a small tittering laugh.
The April in the mirror and the one who had been reflected there earlier were very similar. April wished Jon had possessed the foresight to bring his phone into the bathroom, but it was probably better without the chance of selfies. If there were pictures, especially of this first, possibly nostalgic time, Jon would be hesitant to delete them and then someone would probably see them and Jon would have to try and explain who this girl was and why he had naked pictures of her on his phone. April looked young enough that her age of consent could be questioned. She didn’t even know how old she was, because Jon hadn’t specified it. Yes, life was simpler if there were no pictures, even if she wished she could see how different she was from her previous self.
Her face was pretty much the same, she was sure. Her skin seemed to be paler, but that may have just been the contrast of her pitch black locks and not an actual difference in hue. Her eyes seemed more solem, as if the fact that this form was for testing the limits of Jon’s wishes made her whole form a bit more somber. But there was still a bit of play in those eyes and when she smiled, it seemed more like a knowing smirk than gentle grin. She looked like she would be a fun friend, one who seemed to take the world at face value, but knew the joke behind it all. She turned, this way and that, in front of the mirror as she had twice before.
As April twisted to examine her tall form in the mirror, there was a knock on the door to shake her out of her reverie. She heard Zoe call out from the other side of the door.
“Jon, are you almost done there? Mom brought pie home for dessert, but she won’t cut it up until everyone is there.”
“Okay, I’ll be right out!” April spoke out, without thinking. Her hand went to her throat, as she felt and heard her own voice for the first time. It was pleasant, but not melodic. She was probably a soprano, but not one with a large range. Her voice was, unmistakably, not male and nowhere near the register of falsetto. April could feel the silence as Zoe processed the information. Whirling around, April reached into the shower, dowsing the crown of her head in the water, and turned the shower off. This time, instead of lingering in the pleasant change, he forced it away, shoving it and kicking it back to where it came from. He needed no complications of being half changed. He grabbed the towel from the floor and, wrapping it around himself, headed for the door.
“Jon,” said Zoe, a little haltingly, “Are you- alone in there?”
He had been expecting the question. He unlocked the door and opened it half way, giving her a good look into the bathroom. He raised an eyebrow at her.
“I know you think I’m super cool,” he said, in a teasing tone, “but do you really think I’m cool enough to have someone showering with me?”
Zoe peered around him as if making sure, then shook her head. “I thought I heard… nevermind. No, you’re not that cool. Get dressed and get downstairs, so we can have pie.
There wasn’t time the rest of that evening, or in the next morning, to meet more of April. I mean, with the stone, Jon had all the time in the world if he so chose, but he decided against it. Zoe had spent all of pie time sneaking him suspicious glances, and Jon decided not to press his luck. He buried the stone at the bottom of his backpack and headed to school the next morning. At the bus stop, Karen was waiting impatiently. She waved towards him as he rounded the corner, and, when he was close enough, she jogged over.
“Jon! Do you have the stone?” she asked a bit out of breath. He nodded. He had expected that to be her first question, or at least, among her first questions.
“I have it deep in my bag,” he assured her. “I didn’t want to leave it at home.” Karyn nodded and started walking beside him back towards the bus stop.
“Did you make any wishes?” she asked. Now, Jon had expected this question. And he had even practiced a few responses, trying to make it seem natural. But his practice didn’t help and he blushed at her question. She raised an eyebrow. “You did, huh? An embarrassing and sexy wish, I bet.” At his deepening blush, she shook her head. “I can’t blame you, Jon, it’s probably what I would have done. But you are going to have to tell me about it.”
They arrived at the bus stop and Jon, face red, tried to find how to put his wishes into words that would make the whole thing sound sensical. The bus came and all the students dutifully climbed aboard, Jon and Karen claiming a bench to themselves towards the middle. They were half way to school before Jon had put it together enough. “It’d be easier to show you than to tell you.” he said “And that would be simplest after school. Can you wait until then?” he asked, hopefully. But he saw the answer on Karen’s face. He sighed. “Yeah, I didn’t think so. Okay, I’ll need to make a wish to keep us out of trouble, but I’ll show you.”
Whether or not the Girl’s basketball team locker room was going to be closed for maintenance before Jon made his wish or not is unimportant to a wishing stone. As per the parameters of the wish, not only was this specific locker room empty, but no one other than these two would be able to go in, nothing would be recorded of their presence digitally or otherwise, and no one would notice them entering or exiting. A nice wish to cover all bases as Jon guiltily entered into the girl’s locker room. Karen entered behind him, amused.
“You know, Jon-boy, we could have gone to the boy’s locker room, if you’re so timid about it. After a wish like that, I’d stride in there, no problem.”
“You’re not the one with a wish to show off” Jon shot back. “And trust me, this wish belongs in the girl’s locker room.” He sat on one of the benches and removed his shoes and socks. Karyn raised an eyebrow as she looked at his bare feet.
“They still look human…” she said and Jon stuck his tongue out at her.
“I don’t want to get them wet.” He explained. “And I haven’t tried this with clothes on, so I don’t know how well this will work. I didn’t get much chance to experiment last night.” And with no further explanation, he flicked on one of the showers and stepped in.