Mandatory Milf: A safety valve

Any frustration, any inconvenience became a target of potential interest for Jon. This was going to be a wild ride. One that never stops. He might have been reckless. Horny and reckless. But he wasn't stupid. He knew that this wishing extravaganza couldn't escalate into infinity. His life was on the line and yes, he was interested in it including very specific kinds of discomfort, but he didn't want it to go as far as becoming and un-livable nightmare. He needed a safety valve. Some kind of limit. He decided on a basic time limit. He wasn't going to restrict himself by limiting the potential of his future wishes. He was just going to make sure he wouldn't be wishing any "upgrades" to his experience until a certain point. He looked at his watch. 5.45pm. About half an hour Sue's husband would come back home. Ok, in that case... "I wish that in 25 minutes exactly I'll loose any sexual interest in my masochistic fantasy of living life as this woman." That was it. He didn't yet want to completely remove the ability to wish from his life - the rock was just too useful. But he could protect himself from wishing himself into a worse position by simply removing his drive to do so. After that, only living with its consequences would remain. Possibly trying to mitigate some of them. "I wish that not only my interest in this fantasy would disappear but also I wish that my entire attitude and interest in the female body would change from that of a heterosexual guy, to match that of Sue." "Mmmm" he found himself vocalising once again as he run his hand across the fabric of his leggings - hot and damp between his legs. He looked down at the sports-bra clad soft shapes on his chest, on the hips pushing a couple inches beyond where his waist pulled in. Thinking that soon, *very* soon, all of that will be exactly as interesting as it would have been to a woman who spent her whole life living in this body... the idea was hot. Jon could never grasp what it was that girls saw in men. Rationally he knew that muscles and chiselled chins could be perceived as attractive but that still didn't explain what women found attractive in average men. He remembered how shocked he was to find out that one sophomore had a crush on him once and no matter how hard he tried he could not understand how what he saw in the mirror everyday could appeal to *anyone*. He was intrigued by the realisation that it wasn't probably much different for the girls. that they could know rationally that people are interested, but themselves not get what it is that others are seeing in them. Soon he knew exactly what that was like. But there was no reason why not make it *"better"* still. So far he asked that his attitude to the female form matches that of Sue. But he didn't specify exactly what that attitude is... "I wish" he started before a moan stopped him and he forced himself to stop his hand lingering around his nethers. "I wish that Sue has exactly zero gay in her - for her women are not only not in the slightest sexually appealing but also hardly aesthetically pleasing. I wish she understood men's interest in women even less than I could ever understand what girls see in the male body." Jon took a few steps to stand in front of the hallway mirror. *"Oh fuck..."* he uttered. God, this woman was so hot. It was crazy knowing he soon won't be able to see her this way. And then an idea he would definitely come to regret struck him. "I wish that Sue's belief about what is the ideal female form, was shaped by her growing up around the 80s aerobics movement. I wish that she believes that to be attractive, a woman should be tall, toned and with only the subtlest curves." The stone went warm again and a sly smile entered Jon's lips. He looked into the mirror again. Placed one oh his tiny palms on his hip and then moved it back across what felt like a vast expanse of ass. "You poor thing." He said to the reflection in the mirror. At least he'll *remember* that his new body is sexy. Whether his future mind would believe the judgement of 'a foolish boy she used to be' was another matter altogether.