"Ha ha" Steve laughs "That is so true I never meet a guy who was as hopeless at chatting up women as
you. Okay knock of the cleaning I've made my point no need to get your panties in a bunch. Jeeze the way
you bitch you may as well grow some tits to go with that pussy and change your name to Lisa."
Steve continues grumbling about Lisa his ex but you are too busy being relieved to have control of your
body back to pay him much attention. You go back to thinking about wishes, you think about wishes giving
you increased virility or making you irresistible to women but all your ideas seem dangerously vague.
You turn to Steve to ask his advice on making your wishes fool proof to find he has given up moaning
about the nagging harpy he used to date and is instead starring at your chest. You look down and see
what's got his attention.
"Shit." You curse "Where the hell did they come from."
You pull of your top hardly believing what you see. Your nipples have swollen to an enormous size even
as you watch they continue to grow until they are at least an inch long standing proudly from your from
your chest like a pair of pink fleshy strawberries. You are scared to touch them but your hands move of
their own accord as if guided by an unseen force your fingers taking a firm grip on each nipple, you only
have a moment to register how sensitive they are now before you find yourself tugging on them. Gently
you pull them away from your chest until your skin forms two small cones as it is pulled taught then you relax
your grip allowing everything to fall back into place before repeating the process. With each repetition the
skin on your chest stretches just a little further and each time the cone of skin fills up a little more until
two small perky breasts have formed. Your hands continue their transforming massage making your petite
breasts swell into fulsome boobies not stopping until you have what are undeniable of a pair of spectacular tits.
The two of you sit there for a while trying to take in this startling new development until Steve breaks the
silence.
"Wow you literally have to do anything I say." Then he seems to remember something "Quick tell me your name."
You give him a puzzled look before you are compelled to answer
"My name is Lisa. Wait no my name is Lisa not Lisa. No why can't I say my name? You dick Steve you did this with
your stupid wish. Why don't you think first just for once..."
You cut off in mid rant as Steve reaches over and grabs your left tit giving it a good squeeze making you gasp.
"They're real, that's crazy. Sorry dude I had had to check my eyes weren't playing tricks. Wow this has possibilities."
Steve looks thoughtful.
"Possibilities? You ass-hat fix me! Tell these things" you gesture at the tits sticking incongruously from your still
broad and muscular chest "to go away help me reattach my cock or do you think I'm enjoying having a pussy?" You don't
see any reason to tell him just how enjoyable it can be you still want your junk back after all.
"Shh, just chill dude I just want to try something first hold still will you."
You freeze in place at Steve's casual command unable to speak or move at all. Steve walks around you examining you.
He orders you to stand as he looks you up and down until he seems to reach a decision then he places a hand on each
of your shoulders and presses down firmly. At first you can't understand what he's doing and then you realize you are moving,
he's pushing you down into the floor. No that's not right your feet haven't moved he's shrinking you! You hear and feel
your bones creak as he compresses your body until you are looking up at him a good eight inches shorter than you started.
Next he takes one arm in both hands squeezing and rubbing away your normal muscle tone until it's slim and hairless even
your skin has changed becoming smoother and paler. As he repeats the process on the other arm you realize what he must
be planning and your stomach flips. not in fear, not entirely, but in anticipation. He's making you a girl!
While you wrestle with you feelings Steve finishes changing your torso, flattening your stomach and pressing in your waist,
narrowing your chest and shoulders making your breasts seem even larger until he has sculpted your upper body into an
unmistakable female shape. He steps back assessing his handy-work making adjustments, reworking the small bones in your
hands, stretching your finger nails, removing blemishes from your skin until he seem satisfied. He orders you to strip
off your remaining clothes then moves on to your legs and feet reshaping them as he did your upper body. You've never
been much of a leg man but you have to admire Steve's work long slim and shapely they would be the envy of any model.
Erotic fantasies feed the growing fire in your loins and you can't quite suppress a whimper as he brushes
against your moistening pussy. If Steve hears you he gives no sign nor does he seem to notice the heat that must be
radiating from between your legs instead he swipes his hand over your crotch in a single swift monition that removes all
your pubic hair and leaves you struggling to maintain your composure.
"God what's wrong with me?" You think to yourself "My best friend is turning me into woman and all I can think about is
how good it feels."
You want to feel angry or even frightened but the most you can manage is mild revulsion at being touched so intimately
by a man, even that is far out weighed by the thrill of seeing your beautiful new body take shape. You decided that what's
really upsetting you is not being able to move or speak, you would love to make suggestions and you long to be able to
touch yourself but until he releases you all you can do is stand and watch.
Steve continues his work unaware of your internal conflict or your mounting arousal as he widens you hips and massages your
ass until it has swells in his hands making a large soft peach. You can't see it of course but it feels enormous, you hope
it at least makes you look less top heavy. Having finished you body Steve turns his attention to your head. Standing behind
you stroking and tugging at your short brown hair turning it into glossy black locks that flow over you shoulders and down
you back until you feel it tickling the top of your butt.
Now he stands in front of you taking your face in his hands and for the first time you get a good look at his face. Sweat beads
on his forehead and his brow is furrowed in concentration but his eyes are glassy and unfocused it occurs to you that he is
as much under the influence of the genie as you are the thought is like a bucket of cold water bringing you back to your senses.
You try Struggling against the magic binding you but it's useless the best you can do is lock eyes with Steve hopping to reach
him somehow but instead he sets about erasing every trace of masculinity from your face. You feel his thumbs crushing your nose
down to a cute button, reducing and softening your chin, raising and redefining your cheek bones, plumping your lips until you
have a sexy pout feature by feature he changes you until all that's left of your former male self is the bulge of your Adam's
apple.
His work almost dome Steve takes hold of your throat squeezing tightly almost chocking you.
"Say something." He orders.
"Something." You croak sarcastically.
"Very funny." He smirks seeming more himself "Seriously, keep talking I have to get this right before I can stop."
"Whu...what?" You clear your throat as your voice pitches upward to a squeaky treble before settling back to a strong
clear soprano "Why are you doing this?"
Steve lets go of your neck and leans in until you feel his hot breath in your ear and he whispers...