Author's note: I change the narrative to first-person (i.e. Josh = I). It makes reading about transformations so much more fun.
I never really considered any kind of magic plausible to exist. Nevertheless this book... There was definitely something strange about it...
I thought that even though it probably doesn't have any special powers, it definitely could be useful.
You see, I had fantasized about a lot of things. They were very specific things, and also the ones that other people probably wouldn't understand. There were sexual fantasies... And this book was a perfect excuse to start what I had been planning for a while - to write them down.
Since only I entered puberty I was always fascinated with female breasts. Of course this fascination was there for any developing boy. Hell, grown men can drool over a nice set of boobs. I loved their shape, their big dark nipples, their softness but above all I loved the way they moved. I don't think there were people on this world who appreciated the way breasts swing down when a girl leans as much as me. Strangely, it was the thought of how uncomfortable having those bags of soft flesh stuck to your chest must be that turned me on most... And I wanted more of that.
I took my fountain pen I really loved to write with and I started:
At first to give them some more movement.
"I wish" I started writing "that female breast tissue was twice as soft as it is now and because of that had slightly changed dynamics, the way breasts move. I wish them to jiggle much more, bounce more easily when a girl walks and swing pendulously with a slightest movement (if they're big enough to sag even a bit). I wish breasts to be as firm as ever to the touch but to behave more 'fluid-like', just like if they were filled with a dense fluid rather than just a soft tissue. For example when a girl would lay down her breasts would 'spill' over her chest much more. I wish that they didn't sag much more than the before-wish breasts and the general shape of a woman's breasts was the same as now in the upright position. I wish that by default tits just jut forward proudly, getting in the way if a girl wanted do do anything in front of her."
I thought that should take care of the visual part of the wish. Now I wanted to make sure women are not enjoying having them this way. My ultimate turn-on...
"Firstly I wish that the breast tissue weighted twice of what it weights now."
That of course didn't change the way breasts looked to me but the very knowledge how annoyed women will be because of the need to carry much heavier breasts around was enough for me.
"Then I wish that neither a bra nor any other sort of breast support was ever invented. I wish there was also no way to get rid of breasts - any attempt on breast reduction would end up with the death of the patient."
"Thirdly I wish that female nipples were much easier to irritate. I also wish that any girl with matured breasts was capable of lactation at any time, regardless of her being pregnant or not, and that the milk production rate would increase dramatically with nipple irritation. I wish that women had to milk their breasts at least twice a day as all the milk produced is stored in the breast adding to its already annoying weight."
"And lastly I wish that women were never ever capable of getting used to having breasts. In fact I wish that girls didn't grow breasts gradually as they mature; instead I wish their boobs to just sprout up on their chests at some random day during puberty taking only about 10 minutes to reach their full size. I wish that the later in puberty they would happen to grow the bigger they'd get..."
I was finished now. Not only had I finally written down one of my fantasies but also made sure they're as detailed as only possible.
As I took my pen off the page something strange started happening. Right there before my eyes I saw the ink I used slowly going gold and staring to glow.
"Oh my god!" I thought "So it is true!"