It was something that Jon had been thinking about for a while, maybe even years. He left his room and went to the bathroom he shared with Zoe, locking the door behind him. This was probably going to be really weird to walk in on. Locking the door wouldn't solve everything, but it would probably help. He took off his shirt, shuffled out of his pants and started the shower.
As the running water began to steam up the room, he took a deep breath and held the rock out so he could see it in his reflection's hand.
"I wish that whenever I step into the water of a shower, I become the girl I was thinking of right before and would be her until I turn the shower off, at which point I return to my male self."
Nothing changed as he finished, which made some degree of sense. Nothing would really change until he stepped into the shower.
He set the stone down on the sink top, took a deep breath, and pictured a girl.
She didn't look very different from his regular self. Her hair was shoulder length, the face was a bit rounder, her eyes a bit bigger like any anime heroine. The biggest change was her height. Jon was a bit shorter than six feet tall, five foot ten or eleven or so. Average. But the female version of himself was short. Five feet tall, if that.
This wasn't the only version of the girl he imagined becoming. She was a little different sometimes, depending on his moods. Sometimes she drew details from movies he had seen recently, dreams he had, or other idle thoughts. But no matter if she was flying a space fighter, a member of a team of superheroes, or wearing fuzzy pajamas in the supermarket, he always thought of her name as April.
He opened his eyes, and saw himself in the mirror, just as always. Nothing wrong with his appearance, or himself. Jon was content. But the curiosity, the desire, to see what life was like if things were just a bit different, well, he wasn't going to pass up that chance.
He stepped into the shower. The hot water took him by surprise, but the changes washing over him made the heat inconsequential.
The height was felt first. A plummeting sensation put his heart in his chest, and it felt like it stayed there. He opened his eyes again and looked down. The weight on his chest wasn't his heart. It was breasts. Not large ones, modest sized, well-fitting her frame. The hair was the next thing Jon noticed. It caught more and more water, feeling heavy and full, pulling his head back a little.
A cursory exploration of his body that any teenage male would definitely do in this situation revealed that yes, he was now indeed a she, and the sensations of all sorts of places of the skin were just as advertised.
Breathing heavily, Jon felt slick with the steam and water of the shower but couldn't say he felt clean. He reached up to position the shower head.
He missed.
He looked up in surprise and reached again. The shower head that he had to crouch to get directly under if he wanted was now so far above him that even on tippy toes, he- or rather, she- couldn't get to it. And that moment, more than any of the ones that came before, made this feel real to Jon. He was now a girl, a short one.
His breath quickened, this time in panic. Was he stuck like this? There was supposed to be an out, this was supposed to be under control! But he hadn't tested. Was he stuck like this?
PanicPanicPanic filled Jon's thoughts as he reached for the handle to turn the shower off.
