"Something tells me you already know," Carrie said to me.
"Why is that?" I asked. "Did Cassandra call you?"
"No, actually not," she answered. "We're friends, but we're not that close."
"But...?" I left the word hanging in the air.
"But I did get drunk with her once and we told each other about fantasies of ours," she said. "So I have a feeling that she told you."
I smiled. "Yes, she did."
She stood up and walked around the room for a moment and stopped in front of the window. She peered outside for a moment. "What is your game here?"
"Game?" I asked, feigning confusion.
"Oh, don't play coy with me," she said as she returned to her seat on her bed. "You have a ring that grants wishes that's been able to make clothes disappear and alter other people's perceptions of what goes on around them. Surely it can do a lot more. You must have something you want from me, so tell me what it is."
"OK," I said. "But I need some information first?"
"Fine," she said.
"How many people live in this house?" I asked.
She answered, "Twelve, including myself."
"No non-students of any kind?" I asked.
"None," she said. "We're self-sufficient."
"More like parent-sufficient, right?" I joked.
She squinted her eyes and stared hard at me. "Ignorant people would say that, yes. We're all from well-to-do families," she answered.
"Any of you ever feel constricted by that?" I asked.
She sat back and thought for a second. "I think some are, yes. Others I would classify as complete snobs and would say they like it just fine."
"Is there like a senior leader in the house or something like that?" I asked.
"No," she said. "We haven't voted for a head of house yet."
"Are you in the running?" I asked.
"Yes," she answered. "Me and one other girl, Stacey."
"What's Stacey like?" I asked.
Carrie answered, "She's someone I'd call a complete snob. She wants to be a snob in running the house, I'd like to make things more open."
"I think I can make that happen, if that's what you'd like," I said.
"That's not my fantasy," she said. "But it would be nice."
"How about this," I said. "You can have your fantasy and I can make you head of this sorority. In return, you and I start a little business venture."
"What might that be?" she asked.
"If your fantasy is what I think it is," I said, "we can discuss it then."
"OK," she said. "My fantasy is that I'd like to have a cock." I smiled at her. "That's what you thought, wasn't it?" she asked.
"Yes, it was," I said. "But I'm sure you know Cassandra's fantasy."
She nodded. "How did that feel?" she asked. "I assume you became a girl."
"Yes, I did," I admitted. "And it felt weird, but it felt good, too." I paused for a few seconds and then asked, "Are you ready?" She nodded. "I wish that you would grow a cock."
Within mere seconds Carrie's anatomy began to rearrange itself. Her clitoris swelled from her vagina and grew in size. Once it pushed itself completely out of her body it reformed into a small penis. Her vaginal lips dropped from body on either side of her growing penis. As they transformed into a scrotum they quickly filled with new testicles.
Her penis rapidly grew in size. It grew longer and thicker with each passing second. Carrie gripped it with her right hand and gasped in amazement. She smiled as she ran her delicate fingers over her new organ. The change finished and Carrie had a penis that, if not the exact same length as Cassandra's had been, was still quite large in size.
"Best of both worlds," she said aloud. "Now since my fantasy is what you thought, what's this business idea?"