"I don't -- I don't think anything can top this," said Olivia's mother, running her hands over her wider hips. "I'm afraid to wish for anything else, so we're just going to say thank you and go home."
"You're welcome," said Jarrad.
"Enjoy!" said Sam.
Olivia looked a bit downcast as she trudged away, her mother walking with a much happier gait, both of them tapping along the department store floor in their platform heels.
Sam had pulled out his phone, and once the two were out of earshot, he said, "I looked it up, and 'slut' isn't really a negative here."
"I figured," said Jarrad. "Something else that would have made girls ashamed of their sexuality, I guess. She's always going to look attractive to John, by the way."
"What?"
"The mother, just like the daughter. That was part of the treatment. Oh, well, she said always looking good to a 16-year-old boy wasn't bad."
"What about looking good to 16-year-old boys?" came a voice from behind them. Jarrad and Sam turned to see Dawn, holding several shopping bags. "You should have just wished for some no-limit credit cards or something. I think I made a couple saleswomen suspicious when I pulled $100 bills out of my purse. I'm done shopping, by the way -- at last, right?"
"Uh, sure," replied Jarrad. "I wish the three of us would teleport back to my bedroom, and no one would notice."
In an instant, they were standing back there, slightly disoriented, the shopping from earlier at their feet.
Dawn put down her newly acquired bags. "So you said earlier that you wanted to see me in that one black lace top..." She grabbed the halter top of her minidress and began to lift it over her head.
"Whoa!" exclaimed Jarred.
"What's the matter?" asked Dawn, her dress remaining in place. "You don't want to see me in it? Trust me, you're gonna love how my tits look in it -- what the fuck is the matter with you two?"
Jarred glanced at Sam and saw that he looked a little scared. "You're just going to change in front of us?" asked Jarred.
"Yeah, where else would I change?" Dawn retorted.
"But -- but we're just friends," Sam pointed out.
"Of course we're friends, that's why you've both already seen me naked so many times," Dawn explained. Nodding in Sam's direction, she said, "Jeez, I'm glad you weren't this weird when I gained my womanhood from you."
Sam gulped. "Okay, your womanhood..."
"Although I'm beginning to regret it," she said. "Jarred, can that ring change the past? Can you make it so I got my womanhood from John, like half the girls in school?"
"Uh, what? Uh, yeah, I guess," Jarred replied.
Dawn smiled. "Come on, I was just kidding." She unexpectedly kissed Sam, pressing her cantaloupe-sized breasts into his chest. "I wouldn't really want to change a thing about that magical night where I became a woman, or all the other intimate moments we've had over the years. And, Jarred..." She turned and kissed him, too. "I'm so happy that we've been able to share so many intimate moments as well."
"Y-yeah," said Jarred, looking down at the ring on his hand.
"Ha, I just realized," Dawn said, "I just said it -- I thought gaining my womanhood would be the most magical night of my life, but leave it to Jarred to try to top that with actual magic. Just -- forget about that ring for a while and let me show you some of my new clothes, damn it!"