and made a wish without thinking too hard. You shouldn't do that, making a wish on the fly. Especially when you are a teenager who's hormones like what they see.
"I wish Amanda liked being naked and no one will come in and see us," I rolled off.
It occured right after I said that I hadn't specified whether I meant Little Amanda or Amanda. Now that they were the same size the only difference was the clothing. Did the ring know what I meant? Did I know what I meant. Whatever magic behind it though seemed to compromise.
Not-so-Little Amanda stood back up straight and put her hands on her hips. She was clearly showing off a little. Fine breasts, a trim figure, and a nice close cropped ruff of pussy hair. She was like a Playboy pin-up.Not-so-Little Amanda gave me a smile, she obviously liked getting the visual attention, and played to it by reaching down and stroking her nether regions enticingly. My pants were feeling mighty tight at this point.
My pleasant daze was interrupted though. While staring at her duplicate, I had forgotten Amanda. I spun around, had my wish affected her too? And how?