You stand in front of the wish machine, mind racing. Your right hand moves between your new breasts and udder. The initial fear of your new body is fading as the possibilities your mind. Thin is hits you that this is to good to pass up as you say
“I wish that the wish machine and I were transported to my room.”
At first nothing happens. Then you blink and open your eyes to see your room exactly as you left it, with the exception of the wish machine sticking out like a sore thumb against the wall. You take a breast and face the machine and ponder the endless possibilities.
You decide to…