"I wish you were my age," you said, "but keep the boobs."
Lauren looked at you with a raised eyebrow, but then gasped. As you watched the slight signs of age on her face disappeared. At the same time her body seemed to shrink a little bit, a few of her more generous curves were replaced by youthful slimness and her skin began to take on that undefinable hormone fueled glow that teenagers have. "How are you doing this?" she asked in a voice that was just a tad higher than it had been before. Before your eyes her overall body shrunk down a little, you guessed that she must have had a late growth spurt as she wass pretty short now. Her breasts looked positively massive on her smaller frame. "What the fuck! How!? What is going on!"
"It's this." You held up the ring. "It grants my wishes."
"Your wishes?" She puts a hand up to her face. "You wished to fuck me. You wished us back to your room... You made me think you're hot!" She jumped back a bit from you.
"I wish-"
"Don't you dare!" She started lunging towards you.
"That you were ok with it."
Lauren stopped and winced. "Damn it. I know it's artificial but I just can't get mad about it..." She fell back and sat down, producing quite a bit of jiggle from her out sized breasts. "Did you have to make me a teenager though? I mean it's going to take some explaining."
"No it's not," you say and smile at her. "I can just wish it so that everyone remembers that you were always a teenager. I could probably even get you a fake family to stay with and give you a whole new set of memories so you'd blend in." You look at her, "I think I'd let you keep the old memories too though. You're pretty hot like this."
"But- but that would mean giving up my entire life! My career, my friends! I don't want to do that!" She sat up on the bed and then got to her feet to start pacing around the room, hugging herself.
"Not even for me?" You ask, admiring her pert little bubble-butt and the sway of her hips as she walked.
"No not even for- I mean you're godlike in the sack but it's not like I love you or-" she gritted her teeth. "God damn it!"
You just smile. "I wish you loved me."
She sighed. Then Lauren walked over to the bed and leaned down to give you a big kiss. It was tender, unlike the animal ferocity of her earlier kisses. "I do," she whispered to you after stopping kissing you. "I really really do. Even knowing where it comes from doesn't matter. If giving up my old life is what I need to be with you then I'm ready to do it." She paused for a bit and added, "You bastard."
You kissed her back and guided her onto the bed where you laid on top of her again. "I wish," you said, "that Lauren Wu would have a new life as a teenager. That she would have new friends and family for this new life and that she would still remember her old life." As you said it you were a bit surprised to suddenly have memories of Lauren attending your school, of a first date between the two of you and how you managed to get her to go to bed with you this time. It was all false but it was also all real. Even Lauren's torn clothes on the ground changed, turning from a classy suit to a skirt and top that a teenager would wear, though her bra and panties remained the same.
Lauren sighed and wriggled out from under you. "I have to get going. My 'mom' is going to be expecting me home again soon. And it's a school night." She stuck out her tongue as she said this last bit. "Thought I was done with those." She looked at you. "My clothes are still torn up. Could you...?"
"Sure," you said, "I wish Lauren's clothes were fixed."
Lauren started getting dressed. "One thing? I need you to do what you did to me earlier again." She crossed the room to stand above you and kiss you. "And again and again."
You smiled, "Deal."