Now that I was in her house, behind the privacy of her front door, my mind started to wander. Sure, it had been fun making her skirt shorter and her breasts larger, but really, that was just scratching the surface of what I was capable of. I had a wishing ring. I could get really interesting.
Miss Parks had headed straight upstairs to her bedroom to get changed, and I leaned against her bedroom door, watching her strip slowly out of her clothes, taking her top off and sliding the skirt to the ground. Now I was able to more closely see my handiwork; and her double D breasts swung freely, arousing me. And then a thought entered my mind that I couldn't shake. If I had the power of wishes, the limits of experimentation were my own imagination. Looking at her now naked body, I prodded myself in the chest, and then looked back at hers with a strange growing envy.
"I wish..."
I would have to be careful. A poorly worded wish right now could have dire consequences.
"I wish that me and Miss Parks would swap bodies, but not minds, for twenty four hours."
There. That little failsafe at the end should keep me out of any real trouble, even if something were to go wrong.
Or that's what I would have been thinking to myself, if I didn't suddenly feel myself sort of warping, my consciousness blinking in and out, and my body tingling like it was wrapped in magic fire.
I blacked out.