Jennifer's immediate concern was finding some clothes to wear that might fit her new body. It's a good thing no one else is home, she thought, as she gathered up her clothing and the all-important Wishing Money envelope and jiggled upstairs to her bedroom.
Nothing she tried from her closet would work. Even a formerly baggy pair of sweatpants now strained uncomfortably against her enlarged hips and ass.
She sighed and pulled the sweatpants off, sitting on her bed back in only socks and sneakers, again reading over the instruction sheet that had accompanied the Wishing Money as if it would give her some clue.
It does specify "possessions," she thought, figuring that wishing all her clothes fit her would only cost another dollar. However, she thought, with a body like this, it could be hard to find new clothes that would fit her.
She decided to wish...