Having completely failed to get any phone numbers or email addresses from the girls at the party, Kevin's wish seemed slightly obvious: "OK, ring, if you really can grant wishes, then I wish there was a total nympho slut straight out of a porn movie in this apartment."
The ring suddenly flashed, then returned to its previous dim glow. "Whoa, how'd they do that?" asked Kevin. "Must be some kind of voice activ-eek!" His voice had suddenly gone up in pitch over an octave. He put a hand to his throat and noticed that his fingernails were growing longer right before his eyes. That was nothing, though, compared to the bulges that were forming on his chest, pushing his T-shirt outward. From looking across the room, he could tell he was becoming shorter -- but then went up on tiptoes as his shoes sprouted high heels. He felt the unusual weight of long hair pulling against his scalp. His insides churned briefly, and then came the sickening sensation, as if his external genitalia were being sucked inside. Meanwhile, his shirt was shrinking into a halter top as his jeans shrank drastically, into a denim miniskirt.
Kevin looked down at the ring, still fitting snugly on the third finger of a now-smaller hand, its nails almost an inch long, the white tips manicured and perfectly shaped. "I wish I could see myself," he, now she, said.
The ring flashed, and a stand-up full-length mirror in a mahogany frame appeared, right there in the kitchen, looking way out of place among the cheap furniture that decorated the apartment. Kevin stared at the reflection -- the voluptuous platinum blonde standing there did indeed look like she was straight out of a porn movie, especially given her skimpy outfit and thick coat of colorful makeup. Kevin experimentally cupped her hands under her large breasts and discovered they were real, then briefly played with the silver charm dangling from her pierced navel.
Taking a deep breath, she then slid the miniskirt down her thighs a bit, then followed that up by pulling down the black thong that was serving as underwear. It was just as she'd suspected -- the pink folds now visible, glistening slightly, proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was fully female. She couldn't resist touching the silver barbell that ran through her clitoral hood, and was rewarded with a sensation that was not unpleasant, and not like something that would be experienced by a male.