I'd never been cried on before. I was happy that Mary felt safe enough with me to relax like this, but at the same time felt terrible that it was something I did that had her so wound up.
Some of the stroller pushers were giving us pitying looks. They probably thought I'd knocked Mary up or something. I petted her long dark hair and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. Damn but she was small! It was hard to keep the sensation of her warm soft tits pressed against me from making certain parts of me press against her! Mary's sobs got quieter, but the tears were still going strong. Her whole body was trembling now.
My mind raced, trying to come up with a wish that would make things better without giving away my secret. She hadn't seemed to mind the changes to her body, heck, she'd even seemed a bit excited by them! It was the skimpy clothes that seemed to be bothering her the most.
I could certainly change them with a wish, or I could wish myself some cash and take her shopping. All girls like buying new clothes, right? And she'd have even more reason to like me. The thought of profiting from her distress made me uncomfortable. Maybe it would be better to own-up and admit my responsibility, then ask her what she wanted.