"Please," Amanda begged, looking utterly terrified, "Don't transform us."
"Oh, I'm not going to do that," I assured her. "If I was going to, I would have done it all at once."
"So what then?" she asked.
I turned to look at Ms. Johnson. "Ms. Johnson, you know you've always been a subject of speculation among us boys?"
"How so?" she asked, not too surprised with the question.
"Well," I said, "mainly about how you are pretty good looking and that we think it's weird you don't have a boyfriend."
"Wait just a minute," she said, her expression turning to anger. "That is none of your damn business!"
I raised my hand up to try and calm her down. "I know it isn't," I told her. "I'm just telling you what the popular talk always is."
"Just shows how immature all you boys still are," she huffed.
"Which brings me to my wish for you," I said.
"What?" she asked, looking worried once again.
"I wish you looked the way you did when you were 18," I smirked.
"What?" she squealed. Her hair somehow fell out of the ponytail in which it was tied. It inched down her back, becoming darker in color as it grew. The color had been a somewhat muted brown. Now it was regaining all of its former shine.
The slight lines on her face faded away as her skin smoothed all over. Her nails grew longer and started to shine red. Her face looked younger. Other than that, it was hard to see what other changes were happening. I wished that her clothes would change into something a little more fitting her younger looks.
Her sweatpants began to rise up her legs. I saw her finely toned legs revealed. Whether or not they had already changed, I could not tell. Her sweats reformed themselves into a very tight pair of hip-hugging jean shorts. Her ass seemed to fill itself into the shorts, rounding off to dimensions she once possessed.
Her T-shirt was changing too. The arms shrank away into tank-top style arms, leaving only her shoulders covered. The shirt also shrank in the midsection, leaving her midriff exposed. The shirt also changed to expose her cleavage. She had large C cup breasts that seemed to be perking upward as her T-shirt altered into some kind of leather top that was not quite bikini-styled, but just about.
Damn, I thought, she was a total knockout. The shorts just barely ran past her ass. Her legs were long and slender. Her waist was tapered and the rest of her looked like she could be a supermodel. "Oh my God," she said. "I do look like I'm 18." She ran her hands up and down her body, just to make sure that she was really experiencing this. "I feel...sexy again," she whispered. Even her voice had changed. It sounded breathy and oozed sexuality. I guess she had been active around that age.
She threw her arms around my neck and firmly kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back. "What can I do to repay you for this?" she asked, still clinging to my neck.
I smiled. "We'll get to that in a minute," I told her.
"I don't know if I can wait that long," she cooed. Apparently her 18 year-old sex drive was dominating whatever 30+ year-old objections she had.
"Now for you, Amanda," I turned to look back at the girl I desired.