The atmosphere in the lawyer's office was electric with anger and frustration. The transformed women all turned on Mark, their voices raised in a chorus of accusation and betrayal. "Why did you make such a goddamn stupid ass wish?!?" Jim demanded, her petite frame shaking with rage. "You've ruined our lives!"
Will crossed her arms over her ample chest, trying to hide her tits. Her sultry voice dripping with contempt. "For real, Mark, you've made it a thousand times worse," she growled. Her phone buzzed. She glanced at it. “I… I just got a text message from somebody named Brace. It’s a kiss emoji and a heart…”
David, looking beautiful with dark hair and a voluptuous figure, pointed an accusatory finger at Mark. "That fucking genie said other people would change to fit our new reality. What does that even mean?”
Andy was sobbing, his delicate features contorted with grief. "I can't even go home," he wailed. "My parents will never understand. They'll disown me."
“The Genie said they’d all think you were always a girl,” Jim reminded her.
Andy let out another sob. “That’s worse!”
The lawyer looked at Mark with a mixture of pity and disgust. "Young man. You’ve absolutely fucked up evwrything. And we’re stuck like this for two weeks. I need you all to leave so I can try to figure out my own life.”
With heavy hearts, the five young women said their goodbyes and headed out into the city. Andy and Will decided to stick together, as they both lived at the frat house. As they approached the familiar building, they were struck by the changes that had taken place. The once-masculine exterior had been transformed into a pastel-colored sorority house, complete with flower boxes and a welcoming porch.
As they entered the house, they were greeted by a flurry of activity. Girls were rushing to and fro, their laughter and chatter filling the air.
Near the door stood a tall, willowy blonde with a tiny waist and massive DD breasts, dressed in a crop top and short shorts. She looked remarkably similar to their fraternity president, Bradley. She greeted them when they entered. “Andrea! Winnie! How was you visit with the lawyer? How are Marcia and Jenny and Dana?”
“Ummm…” stammered Andrea, “it was really intense.”
“Yeah,” agreed Winnie. “I think we both need to lay down.”
“Alright girls,” the woman who could have been Brad’s sister said chipperly. “I’ll catch you later.”
Andrea headed towards her room, passing other girls. In the second floor hallway the room next to hers had the door open. That was the room that Mike and James and Chris shared. As she passed it she glanced inside and saw a petite redhead with a pixie cut and a tiny waist, her massive E cup breasts barely contained in her low-cut tank top. She was arguing with a statuesque blonde with a hourglass figure and a plunging neckline. Beside the door she noted a tag that said the room belonged to Michelle and Christy and Jenna.
Andrea shuddered. "This can't be real," she muttered. She reached for her door, noting the tag beside the door said this room belonged to Andrea and Samantha and Jill. The girl versions of her roommates Samuel and John. She slipped into the room, hoping it was empty