"I've always wanted more of pure femininity in women..."
That was somehow true. I've always enjoyed girls to be very... girly? I didn't like them as sluts, goths, tomboys or any other kind. What I enjoyed most was the delicateness, and softness of the female body and the praise of its shape in the most simple and pure form.
The thing was I was a reasonable person and I'd never wish women into my sexual fantasies. Well, at least not all of them. But now I didn't have any other choice. My mouth moved on its own fetching ideas straight from the primitive breeding-focused part of my brain.
I was afraid that this bypass of the rational part of my mind may make the things I say more extreme... But I had no other choice as to keep listening to what I'm saying...
"I want all the women" my mouth continued "to be all petite, weak and soft just like they should be. They also should be properly shorter, 4'10'' on average with some rare cases reaching 5'2''. I want their shoulders to be narrow, fingers to be slim and long, feet tiny, delicate and made for walking in high heeled sandals or running on the grass barefoot. They all should have the flexibility and move with the grace of an Olympic gymnast. All those features and many others should make them beautiful creatures, beaming with the femininity they were born for."
I tried to close my mouth and stop talking but the only thing I achieved was tensing my jaw muscles making them hurt as they moved up and down anyway. At least the description I gave wasn't that bad so far...
"Then there is the most important aspect of femininity: woman as a mother and a wife. Her body should make it particularly easy to deliver children and to pleasure her husband. Women should have their breasts bigger and softer, topped with lovely and big nipples no bra can stop from poking out from their clothes. I want their hips and butts to be so pronounced in comparison with their slim waists that they would be physically uncomfortable to have. They would however attract men and make childbirth painless what women should be grateful for. I want their bodies to be extremely soft, for their husbands' delight, so that no move can be done without their buttocks jiggling all over the place, their breasts spilling in the most uncomfortable ways..."
I stopped. It seemed that I already finished saying what my desire had to say. I looked at my friend Mark with disgust. He was smiling.
"Is there anything you want to add Josh?" he asked
"Well actually," I felt my jaw starting moving on its own again "I want girls not to be able to wear pants - only skirts and dresses for them. And to make it even more fun make them unable to wear panties as well. I want them to have no body hair apart form their head. I want the minimal socially acceptable hair length to be down to the middle of their backs. I also want more of the women to be natural read-heads, heavily freckled on their otherwise milky-white complexion."
I finished the last sentence and looked at Mark. I knew this wasn't the end though as Mark looked as if some new idea appeared in his head. He whispered something to the ring so that I couldn't hear it.
"What did you wish for?" I asked realizing that I was able to control my mouth again
"It's a surprise Josh. Don't worry, you'll notice it. I made a wish so you'll be aware of the changes even if you don't hear the wish yourself. What was my wish about? Let's just say for now that I made red-heads' lives an awful lot harder but more sexually exciting... Ok. Enough talking for now. Gonna see the effects of your speech later. I can say that from what I've heard so far they should be rather pleasing... Now I'm hungry. Let's go."
And I saw him leave to the kitchen.