“Really?” I grinned, genuinely surprised. “I had you made for more of a strap on girl.”
“Keep it up and I will be.” She mocked, smirking. “Now, you gonna wish something else up for me?”
The strap on exchange gave me a wicked idea. She wanted freaky, huh? She was going to regret that.
“Okay.” I grinned deviously. “You want to get weird, Melissa, I’ll give you weird.”
“Do it!” She leaned in eagerly. I could see her rising excitement. “I’m a kinky bitch. Do your worst, Joey.”
I grinned as I pictured her turning hermaphroditic. Best of both worlds? That was pretty freaky. “I wish you’d turn into a functional hermaphrodite.”
She blinked several times and practically squealed with delight as she jolted again. I watched her cheeks turn blushing red as she stared off into the distance in shock, feeling sensations down below, and gasped sharply as *something* began to happen downstairs.
I watched in curiosity as two orbs began to show through her tight leather pants, tightening the crotch. A tiny bulge appeared above and just as quickly as it started it stopped.
In shock, Melissa reached down and stretched out the waistband of her pants. She gasped in absolute wonder and blushed deeper red, her hand shooting up to her mouth as her jaw dropped. “Holy fuck, Joey! Now we’re talking!” Melissa exhaled in overjoyed disbelief. “I-I’ve got new parts!”
She stared up at me in shock and laughed nervously. I saw her shift and the tiny outline of her new dick and balls moved slightly under her tight pants. She gasped at the sensation. “I’ve, uh, got a stiff baby carrot and some grapes, dude. What the fuck?”
I blushed, staring, and could make out the clear outline of just a pinky sized member, constrained and hard, and two little balls beneath.
We both stared at the sight for a moment and she closed her legs, blushing deeper. “I’m hard.” She whispered. “I’m... I’m hard for you, Joey. My little girl dick is fucking hard for you!”
“Want me to wish it away?” I gulped.
“No, no!” She said excitedly. “I wanna... I wanna go... uh, back and...” She nervously laughed. “Do... do you wanna come over and play with me?”
I stared at the goth girl and laughed. “Yeah, sure! I mean...”
“Shit.” She whispered, gasping as she shifted and felt the sensations of having a hard cock, small as it was. “I... kind of like this. It’s really... new.”
“Okay.” I laughed, sweating. “Then fuck it, let’s go back to your place and take a look at your new cock.”
“Yeah?!” She blinked excitedly. “All right, cool.”
We rose together and she stared in awe as her little package poked up just a bit. You’d really have to stare at the girl’s crotch to see anything amiss.
“This is fucking surreal.” She whispered. “I love it.”
“I can tell.” I whispered back, and giggling together playfully we started to walk through the park.