Several hours later, Di and Breasty emerged from the love room. They were dressed again in their normal clothes and both reapplying their make-up using little compact mirrors.
Breasty spoke, "Oh-my-god, Di, we, like, totally have to do that again! That was, like, so much fun! And, seriously, I really want to thank you for making me, like, who I am. It's, like, so great!"
"No need to thank me," Di said. "I was just being selfish, but I'm really glad it worked out. Are you sure there's nothing more I can do for you?"
"Well part of me is, ya-know, worried that now that I'm, like, a sweet sexy girl that, uh, creeps will try to get at me, ya-know?"
"Oh, you're right!" Di agreed. "Let's see... okay. I wish that without changing body shape, Breasty would be very strong as well as an expert fighter. ...And that she would have memories to match!" Di wasn't going to forget that last part again.
"Like, wow, that's really awesome!" said Breasty. "Now I, like, know that I can kick any creep's ass if he tries to, ya-know, attack me! I remember beating up the football Q-B in, like, high school when he, like, told me I was a slut! ...And well, I am a slut, but he was, ya-know, a jerk, so I, like, knocked him on his ass!"
"Awesome, Breasty!" said Di. "I've gotta get going."
"Like, okay Di," Breasty replied, "I've got, like, tests to grade and, ya-know, breast augmentaions to recommend, and stuff!, so I'll, like, see you Wednesday in class!"
"Mmm, maybe sooner," said Di sultrily, and the two exchanged a French kiss before Di left the office.
It was already late in the afternoon; Di's long day of sex had really eaten up the time, but it sure was worth it! Di had missed her other classes, as a result, but she was okay with that. She headed back to her car and drove home.
When Di arrived back at home, Mark was sitting on the couch watching TV. He looked upset about something, and Di was sure she knew what. She decided to check up on Dustin, since June had asked her to talk to him. Di headed up the stairs and knocked on Dustin's closed door. Di heard some shuffling from inside, and a minute later Dustin opened the door.
"Oh, hi... Di," he said.
Di responded "Hey Dustin... I was wondering if we could talk for a bit."
"Uh, sure, why not?" Dustin replied. "Come on in I guess."
Dustin's room was not neat. There was clutter here and there: clothes, papers, stacks of magazines, and electronics. Dustin sat in his recliner and Di sat nearby on the bed. Immediately Di reached down under the bed and felt a stack of magazines. She took the top one in her hands.
"Hey! Don't do that!" Dustin shouted, but it was too late. Di held a Playgirl magazine in her hands. It was full of pictures of handsome men.
"I know what you've been feeling, Dustin," she said.
"It's not what it looks like!" Dustin argued.
"I think it is," Di continued. "Don't forget: I'm a lesbian. I went through the confusion for a while as well. I struggled with what I thought was expected and how I really felt. Now that I'm older, I know that I made the right choice by being myself. You should too."
"No way!" said Dustin. "I was just holding that for a friend."
"Argue all you want," Di replied. "I just want you to know that I'm here for you, and I won't judge you. You are a mean bully, and have even been mean to me, many times. But I believe it's because you are struggling on the inside. Just know that I am here."
"Sure, whatever," Dustin scoffed.
"Well that's all I suppose." Di moved to leave the room, then turned and spoke, "You should also know that mom keeps a few extra boxes of stuff from her store in the basement. If you should need any inspirations or assistive devices... you might be able to find something..."
Dustin's jaw dropped, but he didn't say anything, and Di left the room.
Di headed back downstairs and found Mark still watching TV, and June making dinner in the kitchen. Di made another wish, just for fun: "June can make her breasts lactate at will. It is normal for her to use her own milk for cooking. This household doesn't even use any milk from the store, because June produces her own and stores it in little glass jugs in the fridge." As Di commanded, it became truth. June removed her bra, pulling out the front of her low cut dress. She began to squeeze a nipple while holding up a container; she added milk to the recipe she was working on.
Di and her family ate dinner quietly. Di enjoyed that the cream in their clam chowder was made from June's milk. Afterwards, the family gathered around to watch TV, but Di couldn't take the boredom anymore. She wanted to make some more transformations, but she was still committed to the drawn out nature of the wishes she made on her family.
"I'm going out," she told June. "I may or may not be back before dawn."
"Okay sweetie, be careful," said June.
And Di walked out into the night to see what fun she could have.