I pulled her a bit closer and continued petting her hair. Damn but she was small! If she was sitting on my lap I'd probably still have to lean down to kiss her. Her face was tucked against my sternum, still leaking tears. Maybe I could do something about her height & fix her clothes at the same time!
I thought about it for a bit, then wished that Mary would grow to be just a bit shorter than me, and that her clothes would adjust the same way mine had. Then I tried not to tense up or give any physical indication of anticipating what was about to happen.
Mary's trembling got worse--or I thought it did before I realized it was her clothes wiggling the way mine had.
"Mary? Are you.."
"Oh god, oh god, what now?" Mary's whimper was a knife cutting into me.
"I've got you, I've got you." I pulled her closer: it wasn't like a hug was going to stop whatever the wish was doing. I leaned to give her another kiss and found I couldn't reach the top of her head anymore. I kissed her bangs instead and glanced around the park.
No one was paying any attention to us any more. Not as if they were looking away to give us privacy, but that they were just ignoring us all together. I wondered if it was part of the ring's changes, to make things easier, or maybe it just happened as a kind of side effect.
"Oh!" Mary gasped. "It made me big!"
I looked back at her and found her staring at me. Her eyes were bloodshot from all the crying, and she had some snot on her upper lip. I hesitated to think what my shirt must look like. Her mouth dropped open and she kept on staring at me. I was sure she'd figured it all out; that the ring had done something and she'd felt it, or I'd whispered the wish without realizing it.
I belatedly noticed that she was looking me nearly in the eye. She smiled and started to say something, then lunged forward and kissed me! She caught me with my mouth open, I certainly wasn't prepared for a reaction like that! The next thing I knew we were frenching. I tried not to think about the snot on her face, and after a bit was able to loose myself in the kissing.
Mary finally came up for air and sat back on the bench to look down at herself, she was certainly worth it! If it hadn't been obvious she wasn't wearing a bra before, there was no way anyone looking at her could fail, even at a quick glance, to realize it now. Her top had become a cotton sleeveless thing with a crew neckline. Like mine hers was nearly skin-tight, it even managed to dip nearly to her chest between her boobs and clung to her curves there as well. Her nipples were perked again but she didn't seem to mind me looking this time, maybe the snot-kissing came with fringe benefits!
Her skirt had become a pair of jean shorts pretty much like mine as well, though cut to fit her hips. I had a sudden mental image of what her ass must look like in them and hoped like hell she'd decide to stand up. She reached into a pocket and pulled out a pink frilly handkerchief which she used first on herself then reached over to use on my shirt as well.
"Oh, I sure made a mess didn't I?" She murmured.
"I don't mind. It's I--wow. Can I sound any dumber?" I shook my head ruefully.
I was upset with myself; I did mind about my shirt, kinda, but mostly it was becoming clear to me if I made a habit of rolling over every time Mary jiggled her tits she was going to be calling the shots pretty much all the time. Part of me wondered, given her enthusiasm with the french kissing, if that would be such a bad thing.
"Try leaving your mouth open and go 'dur' a lot." She smirked at me then sighed. "Do you think whatever's playing with us will launder your shirt?" She glanced down at herself again "Or give me a bra? These things weigh a ton!"