Teri sighed, kicking a rock as she walked along the sidewalk. Today had just not been her day.
Teri was fifteen years old, and, if she had to describe herself, the best word she could come up with was 'average'. She was 5' 5" tall, with shoulder length brown hair, hazel eyes, and a good complexion, and was reasonably attractive, but for whatever reason, she was one of those girls who never seemed to stand out in a crowd. She was too tall to be cute, too short to be gorgeous. Her breasts were small, and she had very little in the way of curves.
But by far, her worst problem was her big mouth. You see, Teri was a very curious girl, and she just couldn't keep her mouth shut. Any time a question popped into her head, out her mouth it came. She came off as thoughtless, even rude sometimes, and most people thought she was a very strange girl.
She didn't have any real fashion sense- today she was wearing jeans, a simple white blouse, and her favorite pair of tennis shoes. She carried her backpack over one shoulder, and, to a casual observer, she might be mistaken for a boy.
"Why am I like this? Why couldn't I be different?" She sighed and was about to kick another rock when she saw the shiny glint of gold. "Ooh, what's that?" She bent over to pick up a gold ring. It was simple, no inscription, but she got the impression it was quite old. She immediately wondered if it would fit on her finger, so she tried it on.
At first she thought it was too large, but it seemed to fit just fine. "Neat! I wonder where you came from? Should I advertise for a lost ring, or just keep you?" Her thoughts now occupied, she continued walking home.
At the stoplight, she saw a convertible with some college boys. They didn't spare her a second look, instead their attention was focused on some pretty girls across the street. 'Guys!' , she thought. 'What pervs, always thinking with their hormones. What must that be like?'
Without thinking, she opened her mouth. "I wish I was as perverted as those boys."
Immediately, strange thoughts filled her head. She found herself checking out those girls across the street, the crossing light completely forgotten. She felt a tight sensation in her crotch, and she was suddenly feeling very warm. Thoughts of seeing those girls naked, having sex with them, watching them have sex with each other, and even, oddly, the idea of the girls turning into centaur fillies ran through her mind all at once!
And all of these thoughts were making her very horny! Now Teri had never thought of herself as a lesbian, though she was certainly curious (like she was with everything else), but now, she lusted after those girls, and she'd suddenly acquired some crazy fetishes to boot.
"Gah, what's wrong with me?" Flustered, she tried to put the girls out of her mind, and finished heading home. Unfortunately, she was just as horny when she got there, so she went up to her room and closed the door. She sat down at her computer, and found herself looking up porn. The internet has a lot of weird stuff, so she quickly progressed from nude girls, to lesbians, and finally, some bizarre transformation fetishes. Her hand reached down the front of her jeans, and she began rubbing her clit as she grew ever more excited.
By the time she got to slime girls, she couldn't hold it in any longer, and she came in her panties. She drew in a ragged breath, grateful for the release, but then realized she'd made a mess. "Ick, gross!"
She quickly headed to the bathroom and took a shower. Unfortunately, the warm water (and the presence of a naked female, even if it was herself) turned her on again, and she masturbated for a second time that day in the shower. It felt amazing, and by the time she came, her legs were trembling and the water was cooling.
Feeling unsteady on her legs, she got out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around her body. She wiped away the moisture from the mirror, and took a good look at herself. Then a better look.
Before she knew it, she was checking herself out in the mirror. She wasn't a babe, by any means, but she found herself liking what she saw, and she started rubbing her tiny breasts. 'Oh this feels so good...what am I doing?'
"I wish I knew why I was feeling this way!"
'Because, dummy, you have a magic ring that grants wishes.' The thought just appeared in her head.
"What...why, how..." No, she had to control herself, or she'd be asking questions all night! What if there was a limit on how many wishes she got?! She couldn't waste them! But she knew herself too well, she better make them fast.
"Oh man, what to wish for..." She tried to focus, but all she could think about was her new desires. She'd have to entertain at least one before she could make a reasonable wish.