"-The library! It's supposed to be great!"
I smiled, "Sure. I'll take you there. Just something I have to do first."
This was okay, but the ring must of translated what I said as "hot" into "What most people find hot". Me? I'm into pitete girls. I decided to mentally do this, like I did with Mom's boss....
'I wish Mrs. Johnson was only four feet tall, and physically weak...' I thought. No sooner had I done it, then it happened.
She began to shrink to the extreamly short four feet tall I had specified. The clothes were so tight already that they didn't fall off, but all the same they were loose. She looked at her outfit, surprised at what had happened, and I grinned again.
"I wish that she found nothing wrong with her size, as if that was the way it had always been. And I wish she was wearing clothes that fit her," I said.
Her confused, close-to-bawling expression changed to one of cheeriness. She stood up again, and I got another look at her.
The skirt now hung lower, down to her knees, and it wasn't white anymore, but a cute little pink. The shirt was no longer cut to show her belly, but was tucked into the skirt, and was yellow, and the words "Baby Soft" were erased. The anklet socks were still the way they were, and the ribbons in her hair were still pink, but the pigtails weren't curled anymore, but perfectly straight, yet they stil bounced.
This was goooood.
She turned quickly, and her skirt twirled upwards, revealing the same pair of adorible Pink Panties.
"C'mon, Joe! Are we going to the library or not?" she said, in a higher voice, kind of whining.
Suddenly, her expression changed. Her legs began to have a yellowish liquid running running down them, soaking her socks and shoes. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she looked like she was gonna bawl like a baby. I remembered my wish, 'physically weak'. I had it to fit in with the pitete roll...
"I wish that Mrs. Johnson wore baby diapers, and no one, not even herself, thought that there was anything wrong with her never being potty trained! I also wish her family would always have a huge supply of diapers, and not loose any money from buying them!"
Her expression became happy again. She stood up, and I saw that due to my "pitete" wish, she was completely flat. I grinned again, "Okay, let's head for the library."
"Hooray!" She jumped up, and when she touched down again, her skirt had lifted enough for me to see her diaper. It was white and thick as a baby's. Apparent plastic.
I walked next to my new girlfriend. You'd have thought she was my little sister without that bust anymore. In any case, she was still my age, no matter what. I noticed the diaper shoved her feet apart, so she couldn't really walk, but waddled. I felt turned on by it, so I bent down, and picked her up, carrying her to the library myself. She giggled like crazy, and was as light as a feather.