[Apsm]

In his car, Jonathan wept. He considered going back to the school bathroom, but thought that in his current gender confusion, mightn’t be a good idea. Plus, since it was morning tea the staff room would be too public a place to cry. He couldn’t believe what had just transpired. He was a man this morning but for some reason he was growing more feminine, and worst of all he might be turning gay!

Wiping his eyes, he contemplated his scenario. “Calm down Jon” he told himself “you are having a weird day today. Think about what’s causing this.” Feeling some comfort food was in order, he opened the Pocky box, delicately biting down on another stick. The chocolate frosted biscuit made him feel better, as another transformation started. His hair again grew, darkening towards red as it brushed along his shoulder blades and halfway down his back. His flared pants started to creep up, showing more and more leg, which sculpted itself simultaneously into a steam lined shape. When the pants stopped above his knee, the material warped together into one shape and became a skirt. Hiding underneath, his already slender thighs gained a little fat to gain a subtle curve.

It was only when Mizuho looked down moments later that she realized what happened. She looked bewildered at her new legs then at the Pocky box. That had to be it. The reason as to why he was changing. Studying the box, however, bore no clues, with the only warning being ‘may contain traces of nuts.’

In a huff, he tried to throw the box away, but the image of Harry came back. She thought on how he would like to snack on this, and thought he looked cute doing it...

“Why am I thinking this?” she assured herself “I don’t love Harry. He’s just my roommate...”

“But he wished this to happen,” chimed a voice in her head.

“Wha? Who’s there? This is a priority one.” she ordered.

“Please don’t fret,” the voice said in a motherly fashion, “for everything will be okay.”

It was with a horrifying realization that he thought how similiar the voice was to his own.

“But look at me!” he cried. “Are you saying Harry-chan has something to do with this?”

“I’m sorry, but yes,” said the voice.

“What? How?” Mizuho demanded.

“I promise all will be explained and everything will become normal again, but for now just wait a bit longer.”

“Why can’t you just tell me now?” he asked, but there was no response. Eventually she gave up. He looked at the Pocky box. He knew that it was changing her, but he just couldn’t part with it. He thought about the voice. He knew it was silly trusting a disembodied voice, but the voice felt trusting, homely...

“Hey there Mizuho!” came a familiar voice.

“Kyah!” squealed Mizuho to see Hilary at the door of the window.

“Is there anything wrong,” she asked with concern, “I was on yard duty and found you in the car.”

“OH THAT!” Mizuho blushed, “Oh I’m sorry, but something came up.”

“What happened?” Hilary asked, “It’s not about your boyfriend Harry is it?”

“No, its...” she stopped. Her eyes widened.

“Harry?”

“Oh, did you two break up or...”

But Mizuho was not listening, as he contemplated the situation. ‘Me? Harry’s boyfriend?’ she thought, ’Sure, he’s cute but... AGH! I’m doing it again! I AM A MAN DAMMIT! I like women!’

“Mizuho?” Hilary asked. Mizuho/Jonathan looked into her eyes. He felt an admiration for her, yet didn’t feel any desire to love her as a partner. He tried to think of the pictures of hot girls he used to have as a teenager, but there was no reaction down stairs. He tried to think harder, but felt he soon started to think of men...and it was this that scared her the most.

“I’m sorry, but I have to go.” he hurriedly said, as he started to drive off.

*

Jonathan tried his best to fight off tears as he carefully drove back to his house. The drive home was made worse by his craving for another Pocky stick flaring up again. However, through every stop light or intersection he tried to keep it down fearing the extent of the changes.

Unfortunately, he could only keep it down for so long before he succumbed to the tempting sweet aroma again and ashamedly took a delicate bite. He wanted to spit it out, but the thought of giving up his treat pained him so and he swallowed, praying that the changes were little as another tingling swept his body.

Firstly, he felt another tightening, this time to his suit. Though nearly fogged up from tears, his eyes could see that his suit sleeve was receding down his arm, blushing towards purple and then maroon. He could feel the buttons down the middle encasing his abdomen into a sleeveless vest. His tie wrapped itself around his neck, becoming a decorative scarf. Then with a horrifying lurch in his stomach, he felt his boxers shrivel up against his groin, giving a slight gasp as the cotton panties converted to silk. But then the tingling went beyond the clothes as it focused mostly onto his lower region. He was helpless to stop his waist squeezing inwards, followed by a pulsating throb to his hips and buttocks which tightened against his skirt, giving him the sensation of sitting on an even cushier seat.

Finally, the she-male found his house and quietly parked. In a panic, he got out of the car (Pocky in hand) and rushed to the door. It was easier said than done though as his newly gained curves around his posterior tipped his balance a bit. After a little wobbling and some jingling of keys, he made it into the sanctuary of his home. Immediately taking off the high heels, he swayed his way into the bathroom.

The reflection was significantly different from the one he’d seen before. His hair was now a crimson pink, settling gently down his back. His waist now looked thinner than before, as it lead towards a noticeable curve seen through the skirt. Mizuho quickly took it off to find a black pair of panties concealing what little remained of his privates. One more reveal later and he wanted to cry for real: his testicles were now gone, with only a small nub left to indicate his gender. He then undid his shirt, to find two little mounds standing proudly on his chest.

“NO!” he cried. This morning, he was a man, but now he was closer to womanhood than he’d ever been and it was all Harry’s fault. If the voice was true, then somehow, Harry had made this happen. He needed to call him.

Ditching the skirt in anger, he stormed to the phone and dialled Harry’s mobile. One ring, two rings, four would go by until Harry answered.

“Ah, hello?” Harry asked, perhaps confused as to why a call had come from his house.

“What did you do?” Jonathan demanded.

“Wha? Whose this?” Harry asked.

“It’s me, Jon.”

“Well you don’t sound like Jon.”

“Well I know that!” he huffed.

“Then who’s calling?”

“Jon!”

“Is this a joke?”

Jon knew it would come to this. “No. You must believe me. You made some sort of wish last night now I’m turning into some girl named Mizuho!”

There was a pause...

“Did Jon put you to this? Man, I knew he was eavesdropping last night!”

“Wait. You still know who Jon...I mean I am?”

“Yeah, he’s my roommate. Buddies since high school. And if were you, I’d tell him that he should stop being a jerk! Good day.”

“Wait!” he exclaimed, but the dial tone didn’t sit well. Throwing the phone in anger, Jonathan went back to the bathroom, fighting tears.

“Stupid Harry” he huffed, “Why doesn’t he care for me?”

Another Freudian slip, but he couldn’t help it. The hormones of Mizuho Kazami had plagued his body, and were about to finish the job.

He looked at his reflection. That was one beautiful woman in the mirror...even though it was him. “So lovely.” He muttered.

Then, a mental flash came across him.

“Maybe if I let my hair up, he’d be impressed...wait I’m doing this again!”

However the thought still lingered as a curiosity grew in his heart. Somehow, despite being the woman in the mirror, he just felt it was an injustice not to try it out!

“I don’t want to, yet...”

Then, just like an autopilot was switched on, he started to mess with his Raspberry locks. He fussed with his hair, leaving his shoulder length bangs by the side as he curled it up at the back using hairpins he suddenly found to pull it into a stylish ponytail. He then got some hair rollers to produce a nice curly decorative touch.

“There, that’s better.” He praised himself. However, he remembered his dilemma and soon looked at his reflection in horror. How did he do that? Where did the accessories come from? These questions plagued him as he observed himself. His anxiety however was producing another side effect: he was feeling peckish again.

“Oh, not now!” he cried, stepping away from the pocky box he’d left on the sink. Gingerly, he stepped out of the bathroom, but the thought of leaving the box pained him. He just didn’t want to leave his sweet tooth begging.

“No, I mustn’t.” She convinced herself, taking another step. Another look at the lonely box however conflicted her feelings. He didn’t want to lose her identity as Jonathan, yet one more look at his reflection reminded him how beautiful he’d become and he didn’t want to feel like a half-male, half female freak anymore... he wanted completeness.
“I CAN’T TAKE IT!” she bellowed and ran back to the box, tears already increasing as she grabbed the last couple of sticks. Without hesitation, she bit down on the Pocky, savouring its bland sweetness like an ice cream and awaited his fate. It wasn’t long before an unfamiliar garment materialized around his chest, pinching his back: a bra. Then the final stages to the transformation arrived, as his sensitive nipples became erect on his chest. Then his budding breasts ballooned outwards, the excess fat pushing them out centimetre by centimetre. They went beyond their conical confines as they expanded to pert B-cups, and then generous C-cups as they pressed into the silky material. Regrettably, he placed his hands onto his bountiful bosom to tearfully indicate their existence.

It was then that a relieving opening below sent a new wave of panic. Mizuho checked his crotch to find that his nub for a penis was burrowing itself into fleshy folds. He tried to grab it but the sensitivity of it surprised him, and he crumpled to the floor shattered. As soon as the sensation of his penis being swallowed stopped, he quietly got up, but the cold air against his moist labia confirmed what had happened...

“I’m...I’m...a woman!” ‘she’ cried, sobbing into her hands, disinterested about the pair of spectacles had somehow appeared on her nose or the broche that had pinned itself to her vest. Cry: that was all she could do. Her whole manhood was gone, just because of some selfish wish that his boyfriend..ugh roommate had cast. Worse still was that he felt compelled to love Harry, let alone any guy.

“I never asked for this!” she barely comprehended.

“You didn’t,” came the voice again, “but Harry did.”

“Shut up!” she wailed.

“Please listen Jonathan,” the voice responded, “I know it’s hard right now, but I promise everything will turn out alright.”

“Alright?” cried Mizuho “I’m a woman, and I have these strange thoughts which make me like men!”

“Again I apologize but it’s necessary for my birth.” mourned the voice.

“Your birth?”

“Affirmative.” She said. “I’ve been sending you impulses to eat the Pocky so I can become strong enough to calm you through this process.”

“Process?” she wailed. “What process?”

“I think it’s best if I told you now.” She said. “You see, I’m the girlfriend Harry asked for last night.”

“You are?”

“Affirmative. Well, I’m really a clone of her.”

“A clone?”

“The real Mizuho Kazami is in another dimension. That of an anime series called Please Teacher.”

“Wait,” Jon clarified, “I’m becoming a fictional character?”

“Well, yes and no, because of Harry’s wish, she isn’t going to become fictional for any longer.”

“But what does this have to do with me?”

“Ah, that’s the complicated part. When I was sent to earth by the unknown forces, I was just her essence infused in some Pocky and needed a host to mould myself onto.”

“A...host? Don’t you need your own body?”

“A fictional human can’t just appear on its own.” She explained. “Otherwise she or he is pulled away from their environment. In my case, my original copy has a loving husband back in her dimension. If someone wished you into another dimension, you wouldn’t want to be separated from your friends and family, would you?”

Jon thought about the scenario and thought she had a good point. He wouldn’t want to be separated from everything he held dear.

“Besides, I’m just her DNA and her personality. To fulfil this wish, and know Harry better I’ll need a host to duplicate a soul and memories for myself that knew Harry the most...that would be you.”

“But what happens to me? Why do I look like you? Why did people think I was you?”

“I’ve moulded your body and clothes to fit me. I also had to change reality to announce my arrival. I’m sorry if I had to steal your identity for a while, but I didn’t want people to call you a freak if they just saw you change in front of their eyes.”

“Harry didn’t seem aware of your existence.”

“He doesn’t. Only the wisher will be aware to the strange events...and you in this case.”

“But what happens to me?”

“You’ll be back to normal I promise. But we need to be separate.”

“Separ...ate?”

“Yes.” She happily replied. “We’re currently in the same body and need to separate to be two souls.”

“How is it done...”

“You’ll have to wait, when the moon is full. Until then, I want you to put on your clothes and wait for Harry.”

“Wait!” she cried, but no reply would come.

(Admittingly, it was about this point onwards I just seemed to feel something was off...I'm thinking the backstory isn't needed. It should be made clear is that I'm not intending to kill off Jonathan, but he is in a process to create a girlfriend as part of the wish. The next scene is to involve Harry's return and encounter with Jonathan, but I wasn't sure how he'd believe Jon...other than a kiss that would separate Mizuho and Jonathan into two different bodies. If you have any better ideas, feel free to say something.)