"Do you think the cake could make us rich? Then we wouldn't need to work, and we could go make a new life for ourselves somewhere." Lisa said.
"I don't know that it works that way, but we could try. But what about your family? Wouldn't you miss them?"
"Yeah, but what other choice is there? If we make you my adopted sister, nobody is going to accept our relationship. I guess we could wish me older and I could become your mom or something?"
"You'd be the best Mom. But I don't want you to get too much older, you're cute as hell the way you are. So the only way that could work is if I was Cory's age again." Stevie grinned.
"Oh so you wouldn't have a problem with incest?" Lisa raised an eyebrow.
"Not if it's with you." They kissed again.
"Yeah but we don't understand how the cake works. What if like, you ended up an unborn baby inside me or something?" Lisa frowned.
Stevie leaned over the console, putting her head in Lisa's lap. "I could think of worse fates than to be inside the girl I love."
"Ok, that is strangely hot. But I think being a baby would suck."
"Oh, probably, but I wouldn't mind sucking on your breasts." Stevie grinned like an idiot.
"Oh man. These tiny things? But uh..." Lisa blushed. "Breast feeding you? That's also kind of hot."
"We can try the money thing. Barring that, what if the cake could let us be any age we wanted to be?" Stevie thought out loud.
"Oh. Yeah. That'd be sweet. We could be old enough to hold jobs, but then at home, when we're alone..."
Stevie giggled.
"Though I do like you this way. A lot." Lisa admitted.
"Ah, but would you like me if I was even younger?" Stevie grinned.
"I...uh..." Lisa blushed. "...oh God, I'm some kind of pervert."
"Well if you are, so am I. I still want to see what you looked like as a little girl."
"Ok, one thing at a time, let's get back to your place."
Looking at the just over half a cake that remained, Lisa frowned. "How big a slice do we need?"
"I have no idea." Stevie cut one about the same size as the one she ate. "Let's try this." She stuck a candle in the cake and blew it out. "I wish we were rich enough to not have to worry about money again."
They then split the cake. It was a little dry, but still good. Then there was a knock on the door.
Going to the door, there was a delivery guy outside with a small box. He had Stevie sign. Upon bringing it inside, she opened it with a utility knife. Inside were two black debit cards, one for each of them, from a Swiss bank, Banque Pictet & Cie SA.
A letter in the box told them their pin numbers, security information, and account statements.
"That's...a lot of zeroes." Lisa said.
"Uh huh." Stevie was stunned. "So...we're set. For life."
"Time for another wish." Lisa said.