A few further carefully-worded wishes ensured that Hailey would be able to veto any of my wishes that applied to her. At the conclusion, she sighed. "This isn't ideal, but I really want to give it a go with you." She leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips, with just a hint of tongue. "Thanks for what you've done."
When I was a guy, and I thought about girls, the first thing I thought about when I had a girlfriend was going to bed together. But now that I actually had a girlfriend, that seemed liked something wonderful that would come in due course rather than something that had to happen right now. "Hailey, can we go out somewhere? I really want to be out with you as a girl, just doing girl things."
"How is this going to work, sweetheart? Do you even have girl clothes? And how are you going to explain to your family that you are a girl now, let alone a lesbian?"
"Duh, magic!" I replied. "I wish that all my clothes were turned into girl clothes that would fit me and look good on me. I wish that everyone who hears about me turning into a girl would accept it as no big deal and not be curious about how it happened." I got a little bit of a thrill every time I applied the word "girl" to myself. Maybe Hailey was right--I was meant to be a girl (that word again!) all along.
I looked down to see that the guys clothes I had been awkwardly wearing since my transformation had turned into a cute frilly top and skirt combination with sexy shoes. Hailey held out her arm and I took it, realizing with another little thrill that I was now about an inch shorter than her.