“Well let’s start with something simple,” she said. “I know, turn my shirt red.” Her shirt was a dark blue right now.
“I wish that your shirt was red,” I said. The color changed instantly. “Satisfied?” I asked.
She looked up at me and said, “Oh you just wipe that smirk off your face.” Her tone was joking so I felt at ease. Then she prodded her finger in my face and in the same tone predicted, “I’ll figure out how to stump this little power of yours.”
I smiled back at her and egged her on, “Well I’m open to any and all attempts.”
She thought for a moment, still eating her sandwich. “I wish this was warmer,” she mumbled. I took that as a cue and made her wish silently. She took another bite and said, “Oww, it’s hot.” She quickly pulled the sandwich away from her mouth. Another look of shock appeared on her face. “But you didn’t say anything!” she exclaimed.
“I’ve figured out that I don’t have to.” I told her, “All I have to do is think it in wish form apparently.” I decided to play a little fun with her. Since she was so hell bent on proving me wrong, I thought it would be fun to get another quick look at her breasts. So I wished that she was topless and no one but me would notice.
Her shirt and bra disappeared as she resumed eating her sandwich. Jeez, her breasts were perfect. They were perfectly natural, just the right size. Her areolas were also perfectly sized and her nipples stood at perky attention, inviting me over. I wished she would let me suckle them.
Uh-oh.