”We should go out to dinner,” suggested Haley, “and check out some of those fashions. Maybe see how else the world has changed because of your wish.”
”Okay,” I said. “Um, I wish we were cleaned up and dressed.” Almost instantly, Haley was back in the 2-piece green latex outfit she’d been wearing, her makeup and hair perfectly done. I was back in my black corset, ruffled miniskirt, and fishnets.
She looked down at herself and said, “Hmm, I don’t know if this is really a dinner outfit. I’m gonna go check out my closet.” She got up and walked across the room, saying over her shoulder, “You should turn back into a guy.”
I looked down at my beautiful female body and said, in my alto voice with the British accent, “Okay, I wish I were back to my regular male self.”
It was a little bit of a letdown, changing from a gorgeous Gothic woman into a depressingly average guy -- in fact, thoughts of being in that body and having sex with Haley were starting to prod my just-restored cock into hardening.
”You should come look at this!” exclaimed Haley from inside her closet -- distracting me, or I might well have wished to go back to my female self. I got up from the bed and walked to the closet.
It was a huge walk-in closet. Haley was now dressed in a black latex minidress that joined at her neck but then had a big cutout below to show off her cleavage. She was pulling out other outfits to look at them. “Oh, hey, you’re you again,” she said with a smile. “That ring is amazing -- as if you didn’t know that. Look at the tag.” She handed me a pink latex bra, and I turned it over in my hands.
”34-double-D,” I read off the tag once I found it. “Yeah, I mean, I’m not an expert on bra sizes, but --“
”Other side of the tag, silly,” said Haley.
I flipped it over. “Miracle Breathable Latex,” I read. “So what?”
”It’s a wish that’s crossed my mind from time to time,” she said excitedly. “A little fetish. Wanting women to wear these kinds of clothes more often. And the ring plucked it out of my brain and made it happen! Breathable -- so it can work as everyday wear! 80 percent of my wardrobe is like this -- even if other women only have 25 percent - -- oh, man, I think we need to go to dinner and see -- just, wow, thank you.” With that, she grabbed my face and gave me a kiss, her pillowy red lips warm against mine.
She broke the kiss and stared into my eyes, a strange expression coming over her. She grabbed my face again and pressed her lips to mine once again, this time more passionately.
”Oh, my God,” she finally said in a whisper. “I think I am bi.”
”I don’t know,” I said. “You may just be thinking about the fact that I was the woman of your dreams five minutes ago.”
I caught her glancing down at my crotch, and she said, “I am thinking about that, but I’m also thinking about making use of the, uh, contents of your jeans.”
”Maybe we should talk about this over dinner,” I suggested.
”Maybe we should,” said Haley, sliding her feet into a pair of stiletto-heeled sandals. “You should wish yourself into something nicer.”
”Nicer than a T-shirt and jeans?” I said with a bit of a grin.
Haley replied...