"Will what work on me?" Keri blurted out. They hadn't been in the car for five minutes.
"Nothing." Daniel have been trying to force his mind off the topic the entire time. The topic of his wish. Of wishing. Damn. Banana coconut trees. He stared intently at the dashed lines in the road in front of him.
"Banana Coconut what? What did you wish for?" Keri felt her head annoyingly fill with -la-la-la-la- like a child was reciting something endlessly. She held her hands to her ears. "Please stop. stop." It did.
"When that old man was telling his story, I wanted it to be true, but I didn't want any of this. I didn't want Brad to die." Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her twinge a little at the mention of Brad.
"I just wanted a chance, a way for girls to like me."
"But Daniel. You're a nice guy. Girls like you. Heck, I like you..." her voice trailed off into recognition. "Ohh. You didn't? Did you wish to make girls like you? Don't you use that on me." Her voice started stern, but oddly changed pitch as her sentence trailed off. "Daniel."
Daniel felt a little guilty, but he also felt a little excited. He had always found Keri attractive. Yeah, she was a little weird. She and Brad were into Goth or Emo or whatever. She dyed her hair jet black, and kept her skin pale white and covered in makeup. But underneath it she was attractive. She was 5'9" with a thin frame, and C-cup size breasts. She usually hid her body under heavy clothing, but he had occasionally seen her in a tight black corset, and he knew she had a thin waist, wide hips, and a nice ample rear.
It was pretty exciting to think that a girl as pretty as her was interested in him. He didn't want it to go too far; he wasn't going to force her to have sex with him against her will, or anything like that. But he was curious about the limits of his new power, and decided to see how far he could push it. He concentrated on her again.
Keri moaned, and closed her eyes. He was beginning to get a little worried. It looked like she was about to loose control and have an orgasm or something. He was about to try to back off a little, when he began to feel strange a little strange himself.