(NOTE: I really enjoyed the transformation in the previous chapter, so I'm also going to ignore the part about only Kyle being able to use the wishing ring...)
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Jennifer sighed happily. Thanks to the way she worded her wish, Kyle's own wishes affected him and only him. Her cheerleading uniform was back to normal and her breasts securely clothed.
Kyle meanwhile, was in a terrible state. His cumulative wishes had left him with the appearance of a female porn star in a fetish cheerleader outfit. He had grown breasts bigger than melons that bounced and jiggled enthusiastically but did not sag. Somewhere along the way he'd developed an hourglass figure with wide hips and a plump butt that stuck out a clear 5 inches behind him. His face no longer looked boyish, thanks mainly to the prominent bee-stung lips and the traditional geisha make up that still coated it. His hair was dark and very long, but pinned up in a geisha style.
"Now," Jennifer began, "I wish I knew the exact wording of every wish you made on this ring."
"Please, Jennifer," Kyle begged, his bare chest wobbling excitedly to his frightened breaths, "don't leave me like this! There are some wishes I made that weren't... physical changes..."
"Ah yes, so I see," Jennifer grinned. "And oh my, I see you've got quite a 'thirst', haven't you?"
"It's not funny," Kyle sobbed. "God, what I'm yearning for... I feel queasy to even contemplate it!"
Jennifer laughed, "Well at least you're lucky you didn't make any wishes about vaginas! You've got one hell of a figure but somehow, you've managed to keep your pecker intact! And I see the little guy wants to meet me!"
Kyle's hands rushed to cover his erection. "I-It's these damn titties, and these... urges! I'm so horny, I can't help it!"
"I was going to use this ring to transform you further," Jennifer replied, "but I think you've got enough on your plate, physically at least. So I'm just going to wish enough to let you wallow in your punishment and keep you the hell away from me.
"First, I wish your closet at home only contains clothes and make up in the style of those items you've wished up using this ring. Actually I wish you also owned plenty of bikinis and kinky underwear too. You can't wear that uniform forever!"
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Back at Kyle's home his bedroom whirled and changed. His closet exploded in size, filling with kimonos, various maids uniforms, peephole cheerleading outfits, stockings, lingerie, fishnets, micro skirts, micro tops, teeny bikinis and many, many pairs of heels. Suddenly, he owned a dressing table and a collection of handbags, all brimming with make up supplies.
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"I wish that your manhood is a secret and everyone you meet just sees you as the sluttiest girl on the cheerleading squad. I wish everyone at school knows how readily you give out handjobs, blowjobs and of course titty-fucks. I wish you had the deserved reputation here as a cheap date and an easy fuck, and that you love taking it up the ass." Jennifer then added with a whisper, "Of course, we both know why you only take it up the ass, right Kyle?"
"P-P-Please have mercy Jennifer!" Kyle blubbed, "I don't want to be a slut! How will I explain this to my folks?!"
"There was nothing in that last wish that you didn't already lust for Kyle, and I know that for a fact," Jennifer insisted. "And as for your folks, they already think you're a slut. But I guess they must know about your little trouser monster. I wish that only the two of us, plus your parents and the other girls on the cheerleading squad know about that pathetic male instrument between your legs.
"I wish you'll try as hard as you can to act like a convincing girl, because you live in fear of anyone else finding out you're really a guy as it would destroy the most important thing in your life - your access to hot man cock!
"And I wish your name wasn't Kyle Perkins but Kandi Pillows, and that's Kandi with a K by the way."
"My life is over!" Kandi wailed.
"No it isn't, but it can be," Jennifer warned him. "If you try anything, I'll wish away the last scrap of manhood you have. I'll turn you into an airhead bimbo with nothing but the porn industry in your future! Got it, Kandi?"
"Y-Yes..." replied Kandi as he tried to wipe the tears from his eyes.
"By the way, you may want to see to 'Little Kandi' down there," Jennifer pointed to the pronounced bulge tenting Kandi’s tiny skirt, "before one of your many boyfriends sees it. Goodbye, Kandi."
And so Jennifer left him with the wishing ring still on her finger. With manicured hands covering his throbbing groin, the panicking Kandi made his way to the little girls' room as fast as his high heels, swaying hips and bouncing cartoon tits would allow. A few frenzied minutes of privacy would be needed before he could hide 'Little Kandi' once more...