"My ideal lover, huh?" Tabitha asked with a smirk.
"Y...yeah..." I said, feeling a bit flushed and slightly uncomfortable now, realizing I'd wished upon myself.
"Well, you see...I have very....unique tastes in a lover. Do you think you're up to it?" she asked, still smirking coyly.
"Oh, I'm sure of it," I replied, realizing that I certainly would be, since I made the wish....I just wasn't sure of what I would become.
"Well then, loverboy...there's only one way to find out. Are you sure you want to do this? My past relationships have gone sour due to my...needs," still she kept smiling, now shimmying up to me, rubbing against me. I was confused. I could tell there was hidden meaning in her words, but was unable to think clearly.
"Yeah...I'm sure," I told her.
"Then let me have a taste of you," she said, dropping to her knees and pulling out my cock. She sucked me off with wild abandon, leading me to blow my load in record time.
She smiled up at me, a spare bit of semen rolling from the corner of her mouth, her eyes wide. "You..ARE...my ideal lover...I can taste it in you!" She rolled onto her stomach, wincing slightly. "Grrr...this is the only part I don't like...the ch...change!"
"The what??" I asked, suddenly feeling my stomach lurch and vision blur as I joined her on the floor. Yes, I had become her ideal lover, and the wish had made me share her curse. I wondered what I might change into.