Marcia prepared to make the second wish, getting as far as “I wish that…”
“That we could be even sexier and more feminine!” shrieked a panicked Jenny. “Wish that. I can’t go back after what I’ve done. I can’t!”
“Granted!” boomed the Genie’s voice!
“What,” exclaimed Marcia! “That’s not the wish!”
“What have you done!” exclaimed Alana! “Genie, that wasn’t Marcia’s wish!”
“Alas, this is how magic works, my friends. Young Marcia opened the channel to the flow of magic by wishing, at which point any voice was enough to complete the request.” The genie winked at them. “I will see you in two full cycles of the moon.”
Dana shifted. “I guess it won’t be too bad…” she was thinking of another night with Greg and Erin. She felt her pussy swelling, her panties dampening. She cupped her chest. “Are my… are my boobs bigger?”
A thoughtful Andrea nodded. “You’re huge. E cups at least. And your curves.” Andrea scanned the room. All of them were even curvier and more attractive than before. Even Jenny, especially Jenny. She now stood in a skin tight catsuit that hugged her apple curves, unzipped enough to show off her deep cleavage. She couldn’t make eye contact with anyone, staring at the ground.
Even Alana the lawyer looked different. Her graying hair was now died, her smart pantsuit replaced by a black pencil skirt that came to mid thigh, her breasts larger and fuller. She shook her head. “I feel… I feel more feminine too, more at home in this body…” Alana looked at Jenny and shook her head. “Why the fuck…”
Jenny just started crying.