"Oh, sure we are quits, you don't have to worry Kyle" Jen said.
"Are you serious?" asked him.
"Of course, I just wish all the previous wishes were directed at you instead of other people" answered Jennifer grinning.
"NOOO!!" Kyle screamed, feeling the changes taking place on him.
At first, his clothes began to change. He could feel his boxers becoming a thong, at the same time his jeans fused and shortened, changing into a pleated miniskirt. His tshirt changed into a top that showed a hint of midriff and a lot of cleavage (if Kyle had something to show, that's it). His sneakers changed accordingly, becoming a pair of heeled sandals.
"Please, don't let it continue!" Kyle pleaded to Jennifer, when two mounds bursted on his chest, pushing it forwards. His breasts swelled until they were very close to rip open Kyle's top, stopping were they were the size of a pair of melons.
Jennifer looked confused for a moment, until she realized that Kyle must had done way more wishes than the ones she had heard, and he was getting those two.
After a moment, his clothes quickly shifted again. His skirt shortened a tad more, at the same time a pair of stockings appeared on his legs, going all the way up to just below the skirt , and the sandals changed into a much higher pair of pumps.
Again, they changed entirely into what looked like something a cheap whore would wear. A g-string, one red vinyl miniskirt that covered little more than a belt, fishnets, a bright green top that looked like his breast would spill out with the slightest movement and a pair of platform shoes completed his look. His face appeared heavily made-up in the most sluttiest way possible.
Still in that attire, trapped in the wishes he had made on other people, Kyle began to sob at the same time he began to dance provocately. As the dance progressed, his butt became obviously larger, until it stuck out his back a good 5 inches. Then, his breasts swelled a bit more, and his clothes changed into the ones of a french maid, duster in hand.
Kyle face was the next to change. His features softened, and his lips became bigger and fuller. His makeup, ruined as it was because his tears, changed into a less slutty but sexy version and appeared perfect, and even the new tears couldn't ruin it.
Once again, the clothes and his hair changed. This time, it was into those of a geisha. Jen became interested, because that meant the wishes were close to the ones he knew.
The kimono dissapeared, and Kyle found himself in the same cheerleading uniform Jen was wearing, with his huge bottom riding up the skirt. Two holes suddenly opened in his top, letting his more than large breasts hanging . Two tasseled pasties covered his nipples, just like the ones the cheerleaders had before, finishing, his breasts became defyingly firm, without any sign of sagging.
"Now, I wish..." Jennifer began.