As Ty...now Taylor lay in her bed, contemplating her life in post-orgasmic bliss, she quickly realized what was wrong. Even though her body had changed, none of her stuff had. Standing up from her bed, she looked around the spartan, masculine room that was still her own, and frowned. "This won't do," she told herself, enjoying the sound of her new voice. "I wish that all of my possessions would change into possessions that a girl like me would have." There was a bright flash of light, and suddenly everything had changed. She quickly looked through her dresser, noting with delight that all of her boxers had changed to panties and her undershirts had changed to bras. She looked through her closet, small though it might be, and smiled when she saw the wide variety of skirts and dresses that now hung their, in addition to a few other casual outfits.
Despite this, she knew that more needed to be done. As she scanned her new memories of this life, she knew that, despite the fact that she was now older than Dustin, her foster parents didn't treat her much better than they had in her life as Ty. Deciding that wouldn't do at all, she quickly though up a phrasing to her wish. "I wish that I was the biological daughter of Mark and June Foster, but that this wish wouldn't change me physically in anyway." There was another bright flash, and her memories instantly changed. Much to her surprise, though, her mental image of her new parents did. Since she had made certain that she would not physically change, her powers had apparently changed Mark and June so that they were now more attuned to her biological makeup. Even Dustin had changed because of this, becoming a bit more physically fit than he had been just before her last wish.
Taylor was beginning to see the butterfly effects of wishes. She looked around her room, noting that it had changed from an off-white color to a soft pastel pink. A quick glance over at her dresser saw that it had gone from a small thing to one that was far bigger and more ornate. There was even now a set of car keys that had not been there before, apparently a gift from her newfound parents on her sixteenth birthday a year ago.
Taylor smiled, she was going to like this life. She thought about how she could help her friends out at school, wondering for a moment how her friends had changed in response to this new world she had created.