It must not have been very much later, since it was still night outside. Mark, in only a pair of boxer shorts, and the altered version of Heather, wearing what was obviously Mark’s blue bathrobe, stood before Jessie.
”While we were fucking, we came up with some more wishes,” proclaimed Mark.
Jessie rolled her eyes and said nothing.
”We wrote ‘em down!” exclaimed Jessie with a giggle.
”Yeah!” Mark unfolded a piece of paper, held it in one hand, and pointed to it with the other. “So we wish everything on this paper was true!”
Something told Jessie that could be a bad idea, but all she could do was blink.
Heather’s blonde hair turned black, her skin darkened a bit, nose flattened, cheekbones raised, eyes changed shape -- she had become the Asian version of herself. Perfectly done makeup appeared on her altered face, and Mark’s oversized bathrobe shrank and tightened itself around her still-voluptuous body, as she went up on her tiptoes with clear plastic stripper shoes appearing on her feet.
Looking down at her fingernails, which had grown longer and now had perfectly manicured white tips, she said, “Oh, these look good --“ Noticing she had a definite accent, she looked up at Mark and said, “I even talking like you want! Me horny Asian girl for you now.”
Mark had a big smile on his face as he said "Bottle." As Jessie spun and dissolved, she could only imagine what was on the paper that wasn't so obvious.
When she once again reformed...