You ride the bus to school, scrolling through your conversations with your best friend, Nick. Nick is... well, to call him 'odd' would be an insult to oddballs everywhere. However, he's a really nice guy once you get to know him, despite his quirks. Finally, you find what you were looking for amongst the thousands of messages you two have shared.
Eventually, the bus arrives, and you follow the swarm of people through the school, eventually reaching your first class. Ms. F's science class is set up in groups of 4, except for one group of 2- you and Nick- way in the back of the class, away from prying eyes. You've lost count of the hushed-up arguments the two of you have had back there about everything and nothing at all. Nick is already back there, sketching away the same character as always- which causes you to make your wish.
"I wish that Nick would turn into his idealized body, and that no-one but the two of us would notice. I wish that he wouldn't freak out about it, and that he would only get up to leave the class after he is finished transforming."
Your finger grew warm, as Nick started changing. Slowly at first, but he then quickly speeds up. His body shifted, turning from a chubby teenage boy with acne to a soft girl. You watched him look down in amazement, as his chest expanded into two soft spherical breasts. You can see his nipples through his shirt, and you can see how they split up to give him 4 per breast. You heard the creaking and tearing of his pants as his hips and ass bubbled outward. His hair turned from dirty brown to pure gold, as two ram horns spiral out of his temples. His ears narrowed and lengthened to a point a few inches away. It curled up and lengthened to his ass, forming a golden curtain behind him. Soft wool sprouted out of his wrists and ankles.
Finally, his eyes turned into a gradient of gold to fiery orange, and she shot up. "P-professor?" she asked, raising her hands. "May I go to the bathroom?"
"Of course, you can, Nicole," Ms. F said, before continuing on her explanation. A wish later, and the girl's bathroom was unlocked and empty, and would be for the length of her time there. You ask her if you can go too, and she waves you off. You sneak into the girl's room, and see the more... 18+ section of your best friend's design, as a 2-foot-long horse cock wobbled out of her ruined pants.
"D-Dude!" she said, trying (and failing) to get her trouser snake back where it belonged. "T-this is the women's room!"
"I know," you said, leaning against the wall. "Nice pants, bro."
She paused. "Dude... I'm Nicole," she pointed out, "Pants are the last thing I'm concerned about."
You hold up your hand, and loudly say, "I wish that Nicole's ruined clothes would transform into a brand new set that fit her perfectly."
Nicole was about to ask you what you were talking about, when her clothes started flowing like water. Her shirt shortened into a loose crop-top, revealing quite a lot of underboob and cleavage. It also did nothing to hide her four teats, each of which created a very nice tent. Her pants loosened considerably, becoming a knee-length skirt and stockings. The flared head peeked out from underneath it, and you made a quick wish that no-one cared about her revealing herself at all. Her shoes also transformed into sandals, which revealed her golden-fire painted toenails.
She looked back up at you, her mouth wide. "You did this?" she asked. You nodded, and she rammed into you, squeezing her breasts against yours. She thanked you profusely, before she realised what she was doing and took a step back. "Sorry," she said.
"It's no big deal," you said.
"But... how?"
You finished your explanation, and Nicole finished her own investigation. She stepped out of the handicapped stall and put her hands on her wide hips. "I have an idea!" she exclaimed.