Wishes

By Nomdreserv

"Wishes?" Kirsten asked the man in the shop, holding up a pendant that contained a stone that seemed lit from within. It had caught her eye when she noticed it in the shop window, and she’d come in to take another look at it. The store’s name was "Rook’s Roost," with a notice on the door that it contained "Magic Items, Spells, and Paraphernalia." Kirsten had assumed that meant the usual novelties and card trick sort of store, but she’d been surprised when she entered not to see a single stock kit or the usual toys that such stores favored. Instead, there were books, an apparent apothecary, and various items such as unset gems and pieces of jewelry. There was even a small electronics section, and a software display, though the only title she could see was something called "Master PC: 2001."

And in the window, the pendant that had brought her in. the chain was gold, and delicate and pretty in its own right, but it was the gem that held he spellbound. Translucent, and yet the light that came from it seemed all its own, constantly shifting in hue and intensity. It was absolutely mesmerizing. In fact, she’d stood as though in a trance until the owner came over to politely ask if he could help. She’d smiled ruefully and picked the pendant up, looking for a price. She was sure that it would be horribly expensive.

And that was when she saw the small attached card that proclaimed it a wishstone. Never having heard of it, she’d asked what it was. Mr. Rook smiled benignly.

"Ah, I take it you are not affiliated with the mystic arts?"

The question had stunned her, especially since he showed no sign of irony or attempted salesmanship. Did he really believe in that stuff?

"Um, no," she said, sidling towards the door.

He laughed, a genuine and open laugh that betrayed nothing but pleasantness, and somehow she felt more at ease.

"It’s not that often someone like you finds my store. Not to worry, I always take care of my customers, especially new ones. Apparently you need something. Or perhaps one of my items needs you. It’s all the same really. You like the pendant?"

"Um, yes," she admitted, still unsure of herself.

"Caught your eye quite dramatically, I’ll bet. Oh, don’t be surprised. Explains a lot. Now then, to put it simply, a wishstone grants wishes."

Which now brings us back to where we came in. Kirsten looked at him in open disbelief, again wondering as to his sanity.

"Get out of here. Where do you get off…"

She was about to lay into him with reprimands about people’s gullibility and his apparent willingness to take advantage of it, when he held up a hand.

"Please, um…" He paused to concentrate a minute, briefly gesturing with his hand. "Please, Kirsten. I assure you that I stand by all my items regarding authenticity and effectiveness. This wishstone is guaranteed. It should provide at least a week of small wishes, rather less if you have bigger things in mind. Of course, you must be careful not to make too many all at once, since overuse can make it function erratically. That’s the problem with these mid level gems. Fragile matrices."

"How did you know my name?" she asked suspiciously, ignoring the rest of his unusual explanation for now.

Another smile, almost rueful. "Magic can be a rather difficult concept to accept. I thought a small display might help convince you of my claims. I could saw you in half or something if you’d rather."

She looked at him even more suspiciously, but then the allure of the idea took hold. Whatever his act, and whatever tricks he used to enable it, he was good. Besides, she really loved the jewelry just for itself. She looked at the stone again.

"Wishes, huh?"

"To an extent," he replied. "You must understand that with the low-level magic I’m permitted to sell, the scope of the wishes may be limited."

She was getting tired of the constant gamesmanship. Didn’t he realize she was already close to buying without the mumbo-jumbo? She sighed and turned to bargain with him.

And gasped to find that he wasn’t there.

She spun around in confusion. He had just been talking to her.

"Ahem," the voice sounded directly behind her. She whirled around.

And saw nothing.

In some fear, she started towards the door, only to hear the voice again.

"I apologize. I just thought that if we got rid of the resistance about magic, we could discuss the actual item more efficiently." The voice seemed to come out of thin air.

Kirsten edged forward, her arms out. She looked around for speakers. "Where are you?" She suddenly felt something - something large - where her eyes told her there was nothing.

And then, there was something. A faint shimmering, an outline, and then, Mr. Rook was standing once more in front of her. She gasped, pointed, and gestured while her eyes bulged out.

"You…you…"

"Exactly."

"Magic?" Kirsten asked in shock. "Real magic?"

"Of course," he answered rather stiffly. "I have my standards. Not all the sorcerers permitted outside licenses are so principled I might add. It’s really rather fortunate that you found me."

Kirsten was still dazzled. It took some time before she could finally believe what she had seen. And even longer until she was comfortable with it.

But she never let go of the pendant.

"Now then, shall we discuss a price?" Rook finally asked after innumerable questions had been asked.

They did. It was prohibitively high, despite his assurances that he was giving her every discount as a new customer. She almost balked.

And then, the stone gleamed once more.

She agreed at once, rationalizing to herself that all his sales and showmanship deserved something. Besides, she’d never seen anything quite like the gem in her life. That alone made it a pearl of great price.

By the time she walked out of the store, however, her heart sank. What was she doing? Two month’s salary for a stupid necklace? How had she been so bamboozled?

And what would Marie say?

Marie was her not-quite-live-in lover. They had been going together about a year now, and Marie had gradually come to dominate the relationship, both physically and emotionally. She was naturally aggressive and domineering, and sometimes Kirsten resented the way she treated her. If she learned what Kirsten had just paid for a piece of curio jewelry, she would be furious. Kirsten could just imagine what sort of punishment Marie would concoct to teach her a lesson. It was almost frightening enough to make her turn around and return the pendant.

Almost. It wasn’t just the gleam on her chest that made her square her shoulders. There was also just the slight inner hope that Rook’s claims were real. She pulled her phone out of her bag and punched the first button.

"Hello?" Marie’s voice answered.

"Hi, it’s me," Kirsten replied. "Um, look, I was hoping we could meet at Oni’s and grab a quick bite. I, um , sort of got distracted and haven’t made anything for dinner."

"I guess," Marie agreed. "Though I was hoping to relax. My place afterwards?" Her voice suddenly dropped into a seductive tone. "It came."

Kirsten looked uncomfortable. She even unconsciously squeezed her legs together. "Marie, no. It looked too big."

"It IS big," Marie confirmed. "A full 12 inches and thick. It looks awesome."

"Marie, I…"

"Say you want it," Marie abruptly ordered.

"Marie…"

"Say it."

"Marie, somebody might hear." She looked around fearfully, but the sidewalks were almost empty nearby.

"Say it!" she barked.

"I want it," Kirsten whispered.

"Louder!"

"I want it."

"Louder! Scream it!"

"I want it!" Kirsten blurted out, blushing fiercely and drawing several stares from the scattered pedestrians.

"That’s my little slut. Good girl. I’ll see you at Oni’s."

"Oh, Marie," Kirsten blurted out. Already anticipating that Marie would have her way with her later in the evening, she hoped to get something for herself. Marie hardly ever bothered romancing her any more – always straight to sex, and sex the way Marie liked it - and she was feeling taken for granted. Maybe she could remind Marie about the way they used to be. "I was wondering. Remember that skirt you always used to wear when you were trying to get my attention?"

A pause, then a laugh. "That little, short leather one?"

Kirsten blushed. "That’s it. Would you wear it tonight? You know, like you used to?"

Marie laughed again. She had always called that her "I’m going to get laid tonight" skirt, and had long since considered it unnecessary. She always got what she wanted with Kirsten, and much preferred her casual jeans and long dresses.

"What’s the matter, forget what my legs look like? Hell, you spend enough time between them. Forget it."

"Please, Marie? I wish you would."

A long pause. Kirsten, suddenly aware of her phrasing, held her breath.

"We’ll see," Marie finally blurted to her own surprise. She immediately regretted it, angry at herself for even considering it, and especially to seem like she was giving in on anything to Kirsten. "But you better make it worth my while."

An hour later, Kirsten sat nervously at the table waiting for Marie to arrive. Could it really have worked? How would she be dressed? And what else might she be able to do if it had?

The one question was answered as Marie appeared through the crowd. Kirsten gasped. She always made an impressive figure: beautiful, with a mane of thick, wild dark red hair, and statuesque. She was both tall at 5’11" and physically imposing from years of sports and regular fitness training that left her almost amazonian. She was dressed to her provocative best, in the same short skirt, and even in dark hose and heels, drawing many appreciative and openly lustful stares. She crossed the room rather angrily and flounced into a seat next to Kirsten.

"Happy?" Marie asked angrily. "Did you notice all the guys staring at me? We’ll have to spend all night freezing them out. It’s going to be a major pain." As if to prove her point, a couple of young men on the prowl started to move towards them, beers in hand. Marie shot them an absolutely withering look that seemed guaranteed to take a few inches off where it counted, and then held her finger up in a rude gesture, daring them to come any closer.

Not being complete idiots (though nearly there from Marie’s sexy clothes and incredible figure – it is well known that men’s intelligence and judgment drop in an exponential fashion when exposed to short skirts and black stockings), they wisely retreated.

"Marie, I wish you wouldn’t do that," Kirsten chided. "It embarrasses me."

Marie suddenly felt chagrined and almost felt her finger burn. "Yeah, so?" she mumbled. "If you hadn’t made me dress up like some slut…"

"I wish you were more comfortable dressed like that," Kirsten interrupted. "I like it."

Marie seemed to relax and brighten. She stopped slouching in her chair, trying to cover her almost entirely exposed legs, and instead, crossed them rather daringly.

"I guess it’s not so bad," she agreed, suddenly happy to be wearing the revealing skirt and receiving all the attention she was. "It is sort of cool."

Kirsten was ecstatic. Her doubts were gloriously, dizzyingly dispelled. An incredible feeling of power washed through her. An intoxicating blend of sudden empowerment and limitless possibilities that she found incredibly erotic. And she wanted to act on it. She leaned over to whisper to Marie.

"You know what would be really cool? If you weren’t wearing your panties under it."

Marie laughed a short laugh. "Yeah, right. Cool for you maybe. I’d have to sit here like an idiot trying to keep from flashing anyone."

Kirsten looked her in the eye. "Marie, I wish you’d go into the restroom and take off your panties. Then bring them back to show me."

Marie flushed bright red and stared in disbelief at the suggestion. Even more astonishingly, she found herself getting up to comply with it! She briefly disappeared into the crowd, and walked back – rather stiffly – a few minutes later. Kirsten had ordered drinks and offered one to her.

Marie, still flushed and embarrassed, sat down with great care, discreetly crossing her leg to eliminate any potential spaces. She looked around to make sure no one was watching them, then opened her bag.

On top, a pair of sexy, black panties.

"Happy?" she asked.

Kirsten was. Deliriously, in fact. But it still wasn’t enough. She was drunk on the power.

"How do I know those are really your panties? You might have just brought an extra pair. Show me." She nodded at Marie’s crossed legs.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Marie hissed. "I can’t…"

"I wish you would," Kirsten prompted softly.

Marie seemed to struggle with her herself. She couldn’t believe she was going to do this.

And then, her legs slowly drifted apart.

Still rather cautiously, trying to make sure that Kirsten would be the only one to see, she spread her legs, letting the short skirt ride up her thighs. And there, clearly visible through the sheer fabric of sexy hosiery, was her exposed and otherwise naked pussy. Kirsten could see her flattened, neatly trimmed pubic hair and the labia outlined by the stretched nylon, and the way the black fabric dove in between them.

"Beautiful," Kirsten said admiringly.

Marie immediately slammed her legs back together, looking around furiously to see if anyone else had taken advantage of the show.

"I don’t know what the hell I did that for," Marie admitted. "You…you’ve got me all confused tonight. What if someone saw me?"

Kirsten smiled. "What if they did? You have a gorgeous pussy."

Marie reddened yet again. "But I don’t want everyone to know it! Jesus!"

Kirsten saw how uncomfortable she was. "Gee, Marie," she said consolingly. "I wish this turned you on as much as it does me."

Marie gasped as a sudden warmth flooded her. She wiggled a bit on the chair, suddenly less concerned about her possible flashing. So she was naked under her short skirt and sheer hose? What if someone did happen to see her? It was all pretty exciting.

She actually relaxed her legs, reveling in the cool air she could feel on her suddenly exposed sex. She actually smiled as her eyes wandered the room, looking to see if anyone noticed.

A blonde at another table with her boyfriend did. When Marie saw her eyes actually stop on her, and the look of uncertainty followed by disbelief as she realized what she was seeing, she actually spread her legs a little more to leave no doubt as to her condition or intent. The blonde immediately blushed, raised her gaze to look at Marie with undisguised contempt and disgust, and fixed her gaze on her boyfriend.

Kirsten noticed her reaction, and made a silent wish. Abruptly, the blonde’s eyes wavered. She stole another glance Marie’s way, her gaze returning as though drawn to the area under the table. She tried to look away, look at her suddenly uninteresting boyfriend, but couldn’t. As though mesmerized, she stared more openly.

She had never had such feelings before. Sure, she might have been able to notice objectively that a woman had nice legs, or was dressed nicely, and at first, that was what she kept telling herself she was doing now, why her gaze kept returning to that slut in the short skirt – who was flashing her disgracefully, disgustingly. Beautifully. No, no, that wasn’t what she meant. And she was just admiring her long, toned legs not…that. She wasn’t – couldn’t be looking…there. She was just noticing how well they were set off by the rather daring and effective skirt with sexy, black stockings effect. Yes, that was it. Just something to notice. And it was sexy, wasn’t it. So incredibly sexy. You couldn’t help being a little excited by it. The clothes, she meant. Not her…you know…not that. Yes, just an fashionable look to consider. And it really highlighted her legs, didn’t it? Such gorgeous, sexy legs. She let her eyes wander up those shapely calves and smooth thighs, all but lost in their curves.

And then, she was back…there again.

She forced he eyes away. It was disgusting. And she certainly had NO desire to look at another woman there. Certainly not. Even though, it was actually rather exciting when you came to think about it. Not to get it wrong – she certainly wasn’t gay. No, no, never. Certainly not. Cocks were all that interested her. Hard, pumping cocks – plunging in and out of those glorious, lovely…

She was there again, her eyes locked in on the barely hidden sex underneath that table. Well, why not? It was all right to appreciate another woman, wasn’t it? It didn’t make her gay. She tried to listen to whatever drivel her disgusting boyfriend was spewing, but couldn’t bother. Not when there was so much else to think of.

Like another woman’s pussy. There, she’d said it. Cat was out of the bag. Or rather the pussy was, she giggled despite herself. So she was getting off on looking at another woman’s pussy. It’s not like that made her gay or anything.

God, she was sexy. The blonde began to feel an answering warmth in her own pelvis, and wiggled in her seat a little. The other woman caught her eye, and smirked, seeming to know that the blonde was getting excited.

Excited! She was actually becoming horny over this! She should go over and give that little cunt a good licki…er, talking to. It was absolutely shameless and scandalous! Why, you could see the outline of her nether lips. She was virtually naked! And – oh god – that damp spot. She was wet! The little slut was getting off on her exposure.

The blonde tried to ignore the spreading dampness at her own crotch. She tried once more to pry her eyes away. That wet spot at her crotch was disgusting! And it probably smelled. The blonde took in a long, deep breath, somehow hoping to detect the suspected musk from across the room. It would be so tangy and sweet. She even licked her lips in anticipation. The woman saw her and smiled seductively. She knew! She was doing it deliberately. She rubbed her thighs together, and the blonde all but came herself. So fucking hot and wet. And it made her hose even more transparent. That gorgeous pussy so tantalizing, so mesmerizing.

Pussy! She lived for pussy! She had to have pussy! The woman was absolutely soaked now. So wet, so very, very wet…

The blonde moaned and shifted in her seat. The ignored boyfriend, who had just realized that nothing he’d said for the last 10 minutes had been heard at all, suddenly brightened. He thought he recognized that moan and movement, and hoped the evening wouldn’t be a total loss after all. He had just been considering faking a virus, since it was early enough to call another of his prospective partners as a replacement, but instead took her hands in his.

"What do you say we cut out of here and go back to my place?"

The blonde’s reverie was broken. But not her mood. She looked at his in open disgust and grabbed her hands away.

"Are you crazy? What the fuck are you suggesting?"

He looked confused by her obvious hostility.

"I thought…you know…maybe we…"

"Ugh!" The blonde shuddered. "Don’t even THINK about it." She stood up, rather unsteadily, and looked at him pityingly. "Look, let’s just forget this, ok? I’m…um, I think I might be coming down with a virus. Call me, ok? Then again, forget that. Don’t call me. Ever."

With that, she turned her back on him and walked away. Briefly, she turned and smiled happily at Marie and Kirsten. They knew. And she knew. Her newly oriented sexuality was to be celebrated with her sisters.

And with that, she left. There was a little bar not far from where she lived. A bar that she had openly mocked and derided, along with the women that frequented it. And right now, there was nowhere else she’d rather be. After all, just because she had suddenly realized her previously suppressed desire for women, just because she was in major lust to get some pussy, just because she was incredibly hot to lick another woman to climax, just because she wanted sweaty, hot sex with a voluptuous babe, reveling in each others bodies in an all night 69 session, that didn’t make her gay.

Oh, wait.

Too late, she was already out the door to a new life, figuratively and literally.

"Oh, God, that was so exciting," Marie moaned. The only thing that could have aroused her more than exposing herself like she had was the knowledge that she was making someone else hot by doing so. It was weird, too, because the blonde had seemed quite put off by her exposure at first. She would have bet anything she was straight. But by the end, she was staring as hungrily and openly as the most horny of rug munchers.

"It was," Kirsten agreed, not at all surprised by the blonde’s abrupt "conversion." She could smell Marie’s extreme arousal, only slightly exceeding her own.

Marie almost reluctantly brought her legs back together, squirming in her seat from excitement. "Are you sure we have to wait and eat? This is making me incredibly horny."

"Me too," Kirsten agreed without thinking. "I wish you could just bring yourself off anywhere and anytime you wanted."

This one had been inadvertent, but the stone didn’t care. Marie suddenly got a calculatingly, furtive look, and then slid slightly down in her seat. Her hand slipped under the table.

And right between her legs.

"Marie!" Kirsten exclaimed.

"Have to…so…hot…" Marie murmured, trying to disguise her actions, but failing rather obviously. A few people stopped dead in their conversations as they noticed.

"Marie, stop it. I wish…"

Kirsten was interrupted as their waitress reappeared. She was a perky brunette who smiled artificially as she whisked away Kirsten’s empty glass.

"Hi there. Can I get you…anything…else?" Her voice trailed away, leaving her staring at Marie in slack-jawed amazement. "What is she…? Is she…? Omigod! Stop that!" She grabbed at Marie’s shoulder. "Stop that! That’s disgusting!"

Kirsten’s protective instincts rose, and she intercepted the waitress’s hand. "Don’t get crazy. If you’ll just let me talk to her, I …"

The girl shook off her hand. "Don’t touch me! I thought you dykes were acting weird tonight, and this just proves it. Are you on drugs or something? Get out of here before I call the police."

Kirsten looked around desperately, afraid to make a wish when she was so distracted. "Look, let me just…"

The waitress pulled away. "Forget it. You people are so disgusting! And making us watch is just…SICK! Why don’t you both go fuck yourselves!"

Now Kirsten’s anger flared instead. "Fuck? Good idea. But I think you’re the one who needs a good fucking. I wish you’d go fuck yourself with the largest, longest vegetable you can find in the kitchen. And make sure everyone can see you. When you’ve climaxed at least three times, we can talk about what’s disgusting."

The waitress trembled. She closed her eyes as though in a great struggle.

And then, she walked straight into the kitchen.

Kirsten felt immediate remorse. Well, a little. She looked around at the gathering eyes.

"Oh geez. I hope…I mean, I wish that no one else would bother us."

They didn’t. People on the verge of coming over to shout at them stopped, while others who had been looking for management returned to their tables. It didn’t stop them from looking or talking about it, however. And a growing babble organized around Marie’s brazen exposure and activity.

"Marie," Kirsten complained in a loud whisper. "Everyone’s watching."

Indeed they were, but this only served to heighten Marie’s excitement thanks to the exhibitionist streak that had been implanted earlier. She redoubled her efforts, no longer even trying to hid her intent. Her hand moved furiously now, a blur under the waist of her pantyhose, even as the stares and murmurs around them became extreme. She began to grunt and buck her hips.

"Marie!" Kirsten exclaimed again, embarrassed – and excited - for them both.

Marie ignored her, sliding almost all the way into her seat and frigging herself openly. She pulled her hose down, exposing her naked cunt to everyone around them.

"uh…uh…oh yeah…oh yeah….OH YEAH…OOHHHHHHH YESSSSSSS!!!!"

Marie came with a scream, making Kirsten close her eyes in humiliation and covering her ears. To her amazement, however, what greeted her when she uncovered them wasn’t a round of hisses and angry insults, but a strange silence. Followed by an even more unbelievable round of applause. (Oni’s was an establishment known for its free spirits). Most people were actually smiling at them, either winking salaciously or raising their glasses in a toast at their hubris. It wasn’t often someone was that open in their feelings or behavior (thank god), but it had certainly made it an unforgettable evening.

And equally unforgettable was the sight of their waitress finally limping back with the check, her skirt rumpled and awry. She had a decided look of fear in her eyes that was matched with a new respect and appreciation for that humble member of the squash family, the zucchini. She was also bearing a not so polite request from the management that they leave immediately (the manager being somewhat less free spirited than the clientele).

They walked almost drunkenly back to Marie’s apartment, high from the adventure, and trying to recover from the entirely new thrill in Marie’s sudden exhibitionism and public indecency. In fact, Marie was still enjoying herself as they walked, deliberately letting her skirt swing up, and occasionally flashing an attractive woman they passed while laughing or smiling flirtatiously. After one particularly blatant display, Kirsten had enough.

"Marie, I wish you’d be more discreet."

Immediately, Marie dropped her eyes, and her skirt, smoothing the latter into as modest a position as possible (which wasn’t too easy given how short it was). Kirsten had never seen her act so self conscious. It was sort of funny.

"This is all your fault anyway," Marie reproached her, suddenly embarrassed again at the cool air on her soaked hose and sex. What if anyone noticed the slowly spreading dampness in her stockings? "I think you’ve been having entirely too much fun at my expense. When we get back, I’m going to…"

Kirsten silently wished that Marie would be more forthcoming about sharing roles, and try being submissive once in a while.

Instantly, Marie’s voice faltered, and her attitude changed. She looked at Kirsten shyly.

"Um, I mean if that would be ok? You wouldn’t mind if maybe we still had real sex, would you? I’m still feeling incredibly horny exposed like this. I could really use a good fucking. Please?"

She hardly dared look Kirsten in the face, and the change in her manner was astonishing. Not to mention that she hadn’t asked to be on the receiving end of a fucking in ages. It made an even more bizarre spectacle to have the physically imposing Marie trying so hard to look small and unassuming around the much more petite Kirsten. Somehow it didn’t look right. Maybe if she were shorter?

Kirsten didn’t notice it, but the wishstone around her neck flashed irregularly at the thought. It seemed to brighten, fade, and then barely glint at all.

What she did notice was that Marie looked a little shorter. Oh, not much, maybe a couple of inches. A small enough change that a casual acquaintance wouldn’t even notice. But Kirsten was hardly a casual acquaintance. She knew just how much she had to look up to gaze into Marie’s eyes, and where her shoulder reached on Marie’s upper arm when they stood together, and Marie was slightly shorter. This gave her an entirely different kind of thrill, as she imagined reversing their physical dominance. She wished Marie would continue to slowly shrink during the evening.

Once more, unseen, the stone flashed brightly but irregularly, this flare not quite as strong or long-lasting as the last. And as they walked along, Kirsten watched for Marie to slowly shrink.

She wouldn’t have noticed unless she had been looking for it, but Marie’s skirt slipped ever so slightly on her hips, and the sleeves of her shirt crept slowly down on her arms. Marie didn’t seem to notice at all, except once when she stumbled.

"What’s wrong?" Kirsten asked, amazed at what it was like to see her friend slowly approach her own height.

"Don’t know," Marie replied, tugging at her shoe. "Sorry. Just slipped a little. That’s what I get for wearing heels. It’s not like I need them."

Kirsten laughed to herself. You will soon, she thought.

"I think you look really sexy in heels. I wish you’d wear them all the time."

Neither noticed as Marie’s feet reshaped slightly, perfectly conforming to the incline of a heeled shoe, but leaving her rather ill-suited for other footwear.

"Really?" Marie asked, eager to please her lover.

"Absolutely. In fact, I wish you were wearing really high, stilettos right now."

Of course, now she was. Six inch heels in a sensuous, shiny black leather with an ankle wrap around to keep them on. Sexy as hell, but hard to walk in, as Marie quickly discovered. She had to take smaller, mincing steps and suddenly found it hard to keep up with Kirsten’s pace. She started to demand she slow down.

"Hey! Not so…" But, when Kirsten turned a questioning glance at her, Marie felt a sudden rush of insecurity. She dropped her eyes meekly. "Nothing." She tried harder to keep up with her friend.

The new heels briefly restored some of her height advantage, even though Kirsten could tell the rest of her body was still shrinking. Her skirt now reached mid thigh, and looked a little loose as she walked. Kirsten wished her hips were wider so it would stay up.

The athletic Marie immediately developed a more curvy, bottom-heavy figure which stabilized the skirt. Her shirt was looking baggy, but at Kirsten’s thought, Marie’s breasts expanded to fill it out, giving her an hourglass figure that all but erased her once trim physique. Her too big shoes Marie left alone, enjoying watching the now almost petite Marie trying to walk with her oversized heels.

By the time they reached Marie’s apartment, her shoes were slipping with every step, and she was down to Kirsten’s height even in her heels, a busty, wide-hipped petite staggering in cartoonishly tall heels. It was fun to watch her wobble a little with each step, and sexy to see her once sheer, taut pantyhose start to wrinkle slightly around her thinner, smaller legs. Kirsten wished she wouldn’t notice the shrinking.

Yet.

Marie opened the door, and sighed in relief. What a weird night. She was awfully glad to be rid of her shoes, though she did wonder at how easily they slipped off, and at the slightly uncomfortable feeling she experienced at walking barefoot. She immediately walked over to Kirsten and looked up into her eyes.

Up? That wasn’t right was it? She blinked in confusion as her mind tried to work things out (thanks to the wish). Finally, it occurred to her – of course she was used to being taller: she always wore at least six inch heels! She’d somehow forgotten that. It made perfect sense that Kirsten was actually the same height. Or maybe a little taller. Or maybe several inches taller. Whatever. All that mattered now was that they were alone and could do the things she’d been fantasizing about all evening. She rubbed Kirsten’s back and stood on her toes to kiss her.

Kirsten, meanwhile, was amazed at how easily Marie had accepted the changes in her body. It was incredibly erotic to see her now smaller lover walking around in her oversized clothes, and shyly standing on tiptoe to reach her. She tugged at Marie’s skirt, easily dropping the loose garment to the floor.

Marie took the hint (to be honest, not exactly a subtle one), and started to pull at Kirsten’s clothes. As eager as she was, Kirsten hesitated. She wanted to enjoy the moment a while longer, and wished Marie would show off her new body with a little striptease.

The gem flickered feebly.

Needless to say, Marie immediately stepped back and smiled coyly. She posed seductively, and started to move and dance a little, pleased to see Kirsten’s eyes fix hungrily on her figure, unaware that Kirsten was even more turned on by the baggy shirt hanging almost to her knees, and the wrinkled pantyhose that showed beneath, than by her actions She slowly started to strip, first unloosing her hair which she flipped sensuously, and then slowly unbuttoning her shirt. She never took this kind of time with her clothes – in fact, she would have normally been humiliated to be performing like some nightclub stripper – but somehow it just seemed right.

Her baggy shirt dropped to the floor, leaving her in bra and pantyhose. The effects of her shrinking were now obvious – not just in the loose pantyhose with the feet flopping over her toes, or the drooping bra straps, but in her newly altered body shape. She had the exaggerated breasts and hips of a statuesque sex goddess on an otherwise tiny body, barely 5 feet tall. Her hips and ass flared out to double the size of her thighs, and her boobs were wider than her shoulders, completely covering her chest and upper abdomen.

Kirsten loved it.

Marie unhooked her bra – which really wasn’t providing much support anyway, given how loose the back and straps had become, only her now proportionally huge breasts kept it in place - then wiggled out of her pantyhose, finally presenting herself in full, glorious nudity to her mistress.

Mistress? Where the hell did that come from? Oh well, didn’t matter. She knelt at Kirsten’s feet with her eyes down.

"What would you have me do next, Mistress?"

Kirsten startled at the meek figure on the floor. Apparently, the submissive wish had still been working its magic. She could barely recognize the woman who know asked to be used.

And that was the problem. As much as a kick as it was to play with Marie like this, now she didn’t really seem like Marie any more. Kirsten thought it was probably better to alter either physical or mental aspects independently. That way, she could have either a submissive amazon, or a domineering pixie. Right now, she liked the idea of Marie trying to be her old self with the new body.

She wished Marie’s old personality was back, in full dominance mode.

And the gem gave one faint flicker before seeming to fade dangerously.

Suddenly, Marie stiffened. Her cheeks burning, she stood proudly to her full height (never mind that it only brought her to Kirsten’s chin level) and stalked from the room. She returned a moment later, wearing one of her robes. Or rather, trying to wear it. It hung absurdly on her petite body, with the sleeves over her hands, and far too loose, no matter how hard she pulled the cord around her.

"What the hell was that?" she demanded.

"What?" Kirsten asked back, all innocence.

"That…that ‘mistress’ stuff?" Marie’s eyes blazed. "You’ve had me acting weird all night. Did you put something in my drink?"

"Absolutely not," Kirsten insisted truthfully, enjoying seeing the tiny firebrand rant before her, the robe dragging the floor.

"Well, it stops now," Marie informed her. Then her eyes lit up. "No, better yet – it’s your turn. For the rest of the night, I’m your mistress, and you do anything I say, got it?" She was determined to regain control and dignity.

"Yes…mistress," Kirsten smirked.

Marie stormed up to her, tilting her head to look up angrily.

"Something funny, slave?"

There was of course – the sight of the increasingly small Marie trying to be physically intimidating, especially as her robe gaped open to display her overly curvaceous but still shrinking body. Kirsten didn’t want her to get too small. She wished Marie would stop shrinking.

The gem glinted briefly.

And nothing happened. Though Kirsten couldn’t know that yet. She was still smiling at Marie.

"All right – strip," Marie ordered, her voice unintentionally moving higher in pitch as she raised it. She cleared her throat and repeated the order.

Kirsten complied, thrilled at taking orders from the tiny, sexy woman her lover had become. As she stood straight for inspection, she noticed Marie’s face was actually close to breast height to her. She briefly considered switching roles and ordering her to suck her breasts like this, but decided that could wait.

The gem seemed to flicker slightly, gaining back a bit of strength. Marie noticed it.

"What's this, slave?" she asked, holding the gem between her fingers. The light within seemed to brighten at the new touch.

"My new necklace. It’s supposed to be magic," she teased.

"You’ll need magic for what I have in mind," Marie warned, letting the gem drop back between Kirsten’s generous breasts. She ran a hand along them, enjoying their supple, smooth swellings, and then gently teasing the stiff nipples. Marie loved Kirsten’s nipples, though she sometimes wished they were a little bigger.

Oddly, they seemed to suddenly grow beneath her fingers. Each one was now larger and stiffer than Marie could ever remember – half the length of her thumb and easily as thick. She paused to lick them, and then took turns drawing each one into her mouth. Kirsten moaned in appreciation, marveling at how sensitive her nipples had become. For her part, Marie reveled in the size and thickness of them in her mouth and swirled them with her tongue. They were so big! Almost like little cocks.

And each was so lost in her touch, that neither noticed the bulbous swelling and slight darkening of the tips of Kirsten’s nipples. Kirsten moaned more loudly – the sensations flooding from her breasts were overwhelming. She’d never felt anything like it before.

Not wanting her slave to get off too much as yet, Marie paused, allowing Kirsten’s huge nipple to slip from her mouth. She paused – it was swollen rather oddly, and looked different somehow. The slits on their ends seemed much more prominent than usual, and they almost seemed to twitch a little in the cool air, but she tried to resist dwelling on them. There were other things she wanted.

Even as Kirsten moaned, desperately wanting more attention on her nipples (and unconsciously wanting Marie to continue until…something happened), Marie led the way into the bedroom. She discarded the robe and hopped up onto the bed, not noticing how much taller it was. As she lay back, her huge breasts all but obscuring her view, she spread her legs.

"You know what to do."

Kirsten did, and crawled obediently between her legs, her breasts swaying freely. It was so strange to approach her transformed lover this way. Her legs were much smaller – barely wide enough for Kirsten to fit between – though her hips and breasts still seemed almost normal size. Her labia were more delicate, as was her tiny clit, and Kirsten enjoyed the novel sensation as she worked her lingual magic along her folds. It was easy to cover her whole sex with her mouth, allowing her to suck the labia in and out slightly while running her tongue along and into her tight vagina.

An odd thought came to her mind, and she rubbed her incredibly sensitive and swollen nipples as she imagined Marie’s pussy being small enough to fit around one. Wouldn’t it be incredible to titty fuck someone that way? Hmm. The night was young and she still had plenty of wishes. Or so she thought.

Marie moaned in pleasure – Kirsten seemed unusually gifted and eager tonight. She had to force herself to stop, since her plans for the night had been very specific, and she was tired of waiting. Scrambling to the side of the bed, she reached to the table and held it up.

Kirsten gasped. Maybe it was just the effect of Marie’s small hands, but the strap-on dildo that Marie held looked absolutely huge! At least 12 inches, and as thick as her wrist. Marie smiled in anticipation.

"Like it?"

"It’s too big," Kirsten whined, unconsciously clenching her legs protectively.

"You can handle it, my little slut, can’t you?"

The incongruity of calling Kirsten "little" at the moment seemed to strike her, but she ignored it. She was already strapping the dildo on. She cursed silently as she fumbled with the harness. It had seemed to fit perfectly when she tried it on in anticipation that afternoon. How had the straps gotten so loose? She managed it at last and presented it to Kirsten.

It still looked intimidating. And quite absurd on her small body, jutting out more than half the length of her thigh, but Marie didn’t notice, lost as she was in her lust.

"Turn around," she ordered.

"Wait," Kirsten pleaded, wishing Marie would stop. "I’m not ready."

The latter wasn’t true, as Kirsten’s pussy was soaked and slippery from all that had gone before. She just wanted to slow things down. She had an idea. Silently, she thought to herself "I wish you’d wait until I said I was ready."

To her surprise, Marie slapped her behind. As Kirsten yelped, she wasn’t sure which shocked her more – the rough play, or the fact that her wish hadn’t worked. She tried again, this time out loud.

"I wish you’d wait."

"And I wish you’d do as I ask," Marie shot back.

Unknown to them both, though the stone had lay dark and quiescent during Kirsten’s invocation, it gleamed slightly at Marie’s words. Kirsten found herself slowly turning around and presenting her bottom and wet sex lewdly.

"Ooh, that’s my little slut," Marie cooed. "Tell me. Tell me you’re my little slut."

Again, Kirsten felt a strange need to comply.

"I’m your little slut, " she answered rather stiffly.

Marie slapped her ass again. "Mean it! Convince me you want it! You’re desperately horny!"

Immediately, Kirsten started whining. "Oh, please, mistress. Yes, I’m your little slut. I’m so hot for you, I can’t stand it. Please, please fuck me with your great big cock. I need it so bad. Oh yeah, please fuck me!" She accompanied the speech with a wiggling and shaking of her hips which left no doubt as to her need, even as she inwardly cringed at what she was saying. Role playing was fine, but suddenly, she really did feel like a sex-crazed slut, who wanted nothing other than to be fucked. And she wanted it NOW! She ignored the fear she’d felt at the size of the dildo, and tried to find it blindly with her offered sex.

Marie chuckled in appreciation. This was the way she liked it. Taking pity on her poor, lust-lost lover, she rammed the dildo into her.

They both screamed in pleasure, though to be honest, there was an element of pain to Kirsten’s cry. The dildo WAS huge, and she couldn’t take it all inside her, even as Marie attempted to prove her wrong. She didn’t really mind – after all, she was Marie’s little slut, and served only to bring Marie pleasure. Luckily, the pleasure far overmatched any discomfort. The sensation was incredible – the pressure and texture awesome, and Marie’s movements perfectly practiced to bring them both pleasure.

Or, at least they were. Marie noticed that the straps had gotten loose again, and cursed when she had to pause to tighten them. Oddly, Kirsten’s glistening backside seemed higher to her when she came back, and she had to adjust her position to reach her. Even then, her dildo was now directed up instead of down as she pumped.

Kirsten was now becoming lost in the pleasure of the sex toy and had forgotten all about the earlier wishing. "Oh yeah, oh yeah," she moaned wantonly, ramming her hips back to meet Marie’s thrusts.

Unfortunately, one of those backward thrusts actually knocked Marie right onto her back, slightly winding her. When she struggled back up, she marveled at the size of the ass facing her. When had Kirsten gotten so big down there? She looked absolutely huge, and yet strangely, not really fat. Just…big. Her buttocks had the same shape and trim curves as ever. They just looked…big. As did her now gaping, wet sex. Marie assumed she must have stretched it out rather badly with her new toy. It looked twice the size it normally did. She cleared her throat.

"Um, Kirsten?" Her own voice struck her as wrong. The room and bed were beginning to look funny, and everything was too high. The increasingly heavy strap-on was beginning to sag again as the straps loosened. What was happening?

Kirsten was in no mood to talk. She was still lost in her magically driven lust. "Fuck me, fuck me," she begged, still thrusting her hips in frustration.

"But, Kirsten." Marie felt a rising fear, as the realization of what was happening began to drive home. She was shrinking! That was the only explanation, as impossible as it sounded. Kirsten looked to be twice her size now, and the bed was huge around her. The strap-on began to slide down as the harness slipped.

"Ooooggh!" Kirsten snarled in frustration, driven crazy by her need. "I wish you’d just fuck me."

All at once, Marie forgot her worries. She tightened the harness again, homing in hungrily on the giant snatch in front of her. Kirsten screamed in delight as she felt the penetration again.

Part of Marie screamed as well, as she watched Kirsten’s ass slowly balloon in front of her. What was happening? How did she get so small? Was Kirsten growing, or was it all her shrinking? And all the time she asked, she kept pumping in and out of her lover’s giant cleft, expertly guiding the now cumbersome dildo, which was getting heavier and harder to control with each thrust. She looked worried as she tried to compensate their position with her increasingly small body, finally having to stand to reach Kirsten’s sex. It was truly a bizarre sight as the now child-sized woman struggled to assault the huge behind and oversized sex that confronted her, especially with a drooping strap-on dildo that was the length of her leg.

She stood on tiptoe and tried to hold onto the beanbag-sized ass in front of her to give her leverage, still thrusting. Unfortunately, the strap-on began to slip yet again. Kirsten noticed it and screamed in frustration. "Damn it! I wish that thing was real."

Abruptly, Marie seemed to slip in again, and Kirsten moaned in delight. She kept repeating her last thought. "I wish it was real, I wish it was real…" Oh God! It felt so good! It seemed warmer and softer than before, accommodating her pussy’s shape perfectly.

Marie, meanwhile, forgot all about her shrinking as an explosion of sensation bowled her over. The dildo seemed to have tightened up again. Moreover, it must have seated itself perfectly over her clit, since the pleasure she normally felt from that region returned and was magnified a hundred times. It was mind-shattering! She screamed and picked up the pace, the sensations making her forget anything and everything else. It wasn’t like anything she’d ever felt or imagined - it almost felt like her clit was doing the fucking itself!

Kirsten screamed back. Wherever Marie had found that dildo, whatever she’d paid for it, it was worth it. It felt like nothing they’d ever tried before. She reached up to fondle her own breasts, finding the nipples strangely slick and coated with some kind of fluid. They also were swollen to an unbelievable size and firmness, and had also become incredibly sensitive. As soon as she touched them, she felt a jolt move through her body.

"Ahhh! I’m going to…going to…." She gasped, before screaming one last time, and throwing her head back. Kirsten shrieked. She’d never felt an orgasm in two…no, make that three places at once. Even as her vagina pulsed and squeezed, her breasts seemed to jerk in response. Her nipples jumped in her hands, abruptly swelling once more to an impossible size, and then spewing her fingers with a sticky fluid.

Marie felt her come – somehow, she actually FELT the contractions of Kirsten’s vagina - and immediately her own orgasm rose in response. But there was something wrong. Instead of the slow buildup and release, the inner overload that would spread through her body inside out, everything seemed to be moving OUTSIDE and to just one place. She felt an uncontrollable urgency, at once pleasurable and painful, that felt for all the world like she was going to pee and couldn’t control it. Nor, for that matter, would she if she could.

"Oh god!" she screamed, afraid she was going to soil the sheets. "I’m going to…to…AAAHHHH!!!" She froze as she exploded in orgasm, and explosion was the only best term she could think of. She actually seemed to swell inside Kirsten, and then there was a release – a mind-shattering release. She actually felt something erupt from inside her, and the next moment, felt a gush of warm, thick fluid fill Kirsten’s canal.

They both screamed and moaned, slowly rocking back and forth to prolong the sensation, Marie almost overwhelmed as her giant lover moved against her, scrabbling at the sheets with pointed toes. Kirsten was still rubbing her slowly shrinking nipples with the strange fluid they had expressed during their lovemaking. It should have worried her, but right now all she could do was enjoy how slippery and sensitive it made them. She also reveled in the remembered feeling of that burst of fluid from Marie’s strap-on. It was incredibly realistic, beyond anything she’d ever experienced. She wished Marie could feel what it was like. Even now, she could feel it squishing around as the dildo inside her slowly softened.

Softened?

The realization struck them both at once. With a simultaneous shriek, Kirsten leaned forward, and Marie pulled back. There was an audible "pop," and they both turned to stare at the huge, wet – and undeniably real - cock that now hung from Marie’s body. It was almost a foot long, and obscenely huge - nearly half the length of her otherwise child-sized body. She actually had to brace herself to keep her balance. With her disproportionate breasts and wide pelvis, and now with an impossibly large cock dominating her lower body, she looked like some kind of weirdly combined tribal fertility figure. Strangely enough, she still had her vagina as well, though it was barely visible beneath her new member, making her even more the embodiment of the best in both sexes.

Marie stared at her bizarrely transformed figure helplessly and completely lost. Kirsten could only look at her apologetically as she goggled at her lover’s new body. One word seemed to pretty well sum things up.

"Oops."

An hour’s time found them sitting on the bed, explanations finally given and somewhat reluctantly accepted. (Any disinclination to believe in magic is temporized when the subject is two feet tall and newly a hermaphrodite.) The existence and effectiveness of the wishstone was now established. Unfortunately, so were two other facts: one, that Marie was still shrinking, and the other that the stone no longer worked. It sat dull and lifeless on the still glinting pendant.

At least Marie could move around more easily. With her new cock in its resting state (still huge, but soft), she could at least walk normally, something that had proved difficult before. Well, that is to say at least as normally as a woman with a three-foot-long cock swinging in front of her legs can walk.

Though it wasn’t a foot long anymore. As Kirsten had noticed, trying to find a bright side, at least the cock seemed to be shrinking proportionately with her now that it was part of her. It was still obscenely large at Marie’s scale, hanging past her knees, but at least wasn’t getting any bigger.

It was Marie who noticed the change in Kirsten’s body. While Kirsten was examining her lover’s new cock (purely for educational reasons, you understand), Marie had noticed that Kirsten’s nipples suddenly stiffened and grew. Once more, they stuck out almost lewdly, much larger than normal, and that strange shape once more becoming obvious. They were long – almost two inches – and had a bulbous, cone-shaped swelling at the end that looked. Well, it looked like…

"Oh my god!" Marie had squeaked, her voice as high as a doll’s. "Your nipples! They’re…they’re cocks too!"

Kirsten, who had become quite excited by her lover’s new body, had reached up to cover them self-consciously – and immediately received another eruption of warm, sticky fluid that confirmed Marie’s statement. Wearing a bra was going to be a whole new experience.

After they had both satisfied themselves about Kirsten’s condition (Marie seemed particularly keen to "make sure" about the new accessories), they decided they had to do something about it. Some time later, Kirsten glumly hung up the phone.

"There’s no listing for ‘Rook’s Roost’ with information, and I don’t think I could find the store again in the dark." She didn’t want to admit that she wasn’t sure she could find it at all.

"So, what do we do?" Marie asked.

"I don’t know," Kirsten admitted.

"A little late to mention how dangerous it is to play with magic I suppose," Marie added a minute later.

"Yes," Kirsten agreed simply.

Marie felt strangely calm, as though sure no real harm could come to them. Indeed, she felt an unexpected excitement in their predicament, especially when she’d realized how Kirsten had been transformed. She had always loved sucking her lover’s breasts, and Marie found herself staring now at those newly transformed nipples almost hungrily. Her own cock twitched in response, and she felt a flood of arousal in her still intact pussy.

"So, how tall am I now?" she suddenly asked, standing on the bed, and giggling to find herself only just eye-level to the sitting Kirsten. And that brought those inviting nipples mouth-wateringly close to mouth level.

Kirsten was surprised at how well Marie was taking it all. It was almost as though she WANTED to be smaller. She obligingly picked up the tape measure they’d found when first taking stock of their situation.

"20 inches," she admitted guiltily. "I think it’s finally slowing down."

"Good."

Marie seemed to do some quick mental math. She looked again calculatingly at Kirsten’s huge breasts, and actually fingered herself while she thought.

"Ok, close enough. Lie down," she ordered.

"What?" Kirsten gasped.

"Lie down," Marie repeated.

Kirsten would have complied anyway, but found her body responding automatically. Marie smiled. One of the things they’d discovered was that Marie’s wish for Kirsten to obey her was unabated as well. Despite all that had happened, Marie was more than ever the dominating force in the relationship.

"Wh…what’s going on?" Kirsten asked as Marie moved to sit stride her chest, a lewd and improbably designed sex doll.

"You must have made another wish when we were making love," Marie decided, slowly sliding her massive cock along the cleft between Kirsten’s mounds. Even though it had been shrinking with her, the cock was huge – 10 inches to Kirsten’s full-sized eyes. As it swelled to life, Marie seemed to shrink even more in comparison.

Marie grunted. It was so damned big and heavy! But the sensations were awesome. If this was what guys felt, she was surprised they were even able to walk. No wonder they were obsessed with sex. She slid her cock higher, bringing her once-more soaked sex along Kirsten’s soft breasts, and was pleased to see her new nipple-cocks spring to life.

"What are you talking about?" Kirsten asked nervously, Marie’s new cock staring her in the face, even as she felt her tiny bottom sliding further up on her left breast. "We should be trying to find Rook’s store so that we can…"

"Shhh," Marie held a finger to her lips. "I’ve been obsessing about one thing and one thing only since we finished making love. At first, I wasn’t sure what it was. I wanted…no, needed something inside me. Imagine my embarrassment to realize I was dreaming of feeling a cock inside me."

"Marie!" Kirsten gasped. Her lover’s rock hard member now brushed against her lips.

"Yeah. Imagine how I felt. Not something I’m used to feeling, If you know what I mean. Anyway, I was trying to figure out how I could finally put that old expression of fucking yourself into action. And then, we noticed your…um, improvements. At first, I didn’t think about it. I mean, no offense, honey, but when you’re hung like I am, those things look pretty puny."

She had reached the top of Kirsten’s breast, and eased the stiff nipple inside her slit with a sigh. Placing her legs on either side of the jiggling breast, she began to ride it. Each little thrust up and down sent out rolling waves through the soft titty-flesh, and waves of pleasure through both their bodies.

"Oh…my…goodness!" Kirsten gasped, suddenly finding out what a man felt when he was fucking. She began to buck her body to push harder into Marie’s sex. Her nipple expanded to full size, actually stretching Marie’s now tiny love canal out, and making them both moan. "OH… MY GOOD…OHHHH!" she almost repeated.

"YES!" Marie screamed in agreement, riding her first (and presumably last) breast-cock. A moment later, Kirsten managed to suck the head of her partner’s giant penis into her mouth. The sensation of being doubly stimulated was overwhelming to them both, and moments later, they were both spewing cum into each other.

And having multiple cocks erupting in climax is not something one often encounters in lesbian scenes. Er, at least not within the story.

Afterwards, they collapsed into a giggling heap, Kirsten being careful not to crush her tiny partner. They kissed playfully, Kirsten’s lips covering half Marie’s face, and snuggled, before Marie finally broke their post-orgasmic silence.

"So, tell me," she asked, rolling onto her back and stroking her huge, semi-hard member lewdly. "Does size matter?"

After Kirsten climbed on top to give it a test drive, they found out. It did.

Afterwards, amidst a fresh round of giggles and some playful wrestling, Kirsten flipped her friend over, marveling at how small and light she was. She also marveled at how trim and inviting her large, round bottom had become at its new size. Marie playfully wiggled her behind, as though aware of how arousing it was. And just behind that huge, swinging cock, Kirsten saw the delicate little slit and a perfect little rosebud anus. Her nipples unexpectedly stiffened again. After all, Marie had only brought off one of the pair so far.

And a minute later, they’d brought a whole new meaning to the term "tits and ass."

It was the next morning that Kirsten finally appeared sheepishly in Mr. Rook’s shop. She wore a sweater despite the warmth of the day, and carried a large bag in her hand.

"Good morning," Rook called cheerfully. "Back already?"

She blushed and looked uncomfortable. He immediately became concerned.

"What’s wrong? Didn’t the wishstone work?"

"Oh, no," Kirsten blurted. "It worked."

"Too well," a tiny, high-pitched voice called out, muffled from within the bag.

He cocked an eyebrow. Kirsten opened the bag on the floor, and a tiny woman walked out. She was no more than a foot tall, and naked except for a couple of pairs of panties that served as a tenuous skirt and top. For some reason, the skirt had been arranged so that the front hung much lower than the sides.

"I see. Still, nothing that a couple of quick wishes…"

The tiny woman held up her hand and looked at her friend. "Take off your sweater," she ordered.

Although clearly uncomfortable, Kirsten immediately obeyed. Rook was experienced enough to sense a compulsion spell at work.

"Mind control, eh? Not to worry. You are consenting adults after all. And still easily remedied. As long as you haven’t….oh my!"

Kirsten’s nipple-cocks were clearly outlined through the thin fabric of her bra-less shirt. They looked ready to fire.

"Hmm, I see. Yes. Rather unusual. Functional too? I….No, no!" he called out, as Kirsten made as though to confirm their functionality. "I understand completely. Yes, well, with this many changes, it may be more difficult to…"

Marie once more held up her hand. With a dramatic flourish, she then dropped her makeshift skirt. Rook’s eyes bulged.

"Good heavens!" He looked away modestly, but his gaze kept flicking back in disbelief. "Please, be so good as to…yes, that’s better." A rather reproving glance as the skirt was set back in place. "My word, you two have been busy, haven’t you? Well, I’m glad you came back. Customer satisfaction guaranteed after all. Besides, I quite understand. It’s easy to go a little crazy with your first wishstone. Use up the wishes before remembering to keep one as a safety. Happens all the time. Now, this many changes piled on top of each other will be tricky to undo, but I’m sure I have something that will…"

"No," Kirsten blurted, suddenly blushing. "No, that’s not it. You don’t understand." Her eyes sought her friend’s for reassurance, even as Rook looked at her puzzled.

"What Kirsten is trying to say, Mr. Rook," Marie explained. "is that we’re not looking to undo any of the changes we’ve made. We want another wishstone so we can make even more."

End

Copyright 2001 by Nomdreserv