Evelyn decided to make another wish:
“I wish Layla’s butt was so huge because she’s been working on it in the gym. Also, I wish there were a bunch of shorts in this store that fit her perfectly.” She wished to herself, hoping not to change reality too much.
Suddenly, though, she had three pairs of large shorts in a very stretchy material - one that Layla wouldn’t typically wear - though, considering how much she supposedly liked exercising now, maybe she did.
Evelyn brought back the shorts and her jaw dropped.
“Thanks babe! I don’t know what I was doing trying those khaki ones on. I guess we’ll have to pay for them now, huh? *giggle* Hey, everything okay? You don’t look so good.” Layla said, her expression going from flirty to worried.
Standing in front of Evelyn was a fit, supermodel like version of her girlfriend. She couldn’t believe it; even her breasts looked even bigger now. Layla’s stomach was exposed, and Evelyn could see the six pack she’d worked so hard on.
“Um… uhhh, yeah. I just… I’m good! You look great today babe!” Evelyn stammered out.
“Thanks babe! So do you! Let me get these shorts and we can get out of here, okay? I’m worried about you.” Layla said.
Evelyn nodded and gulped, a bit of guilt filling her…