Jim was starting to get it now. "Ok, so if I were to say I wish I was 1 foot shorter, then you would..."
As if in response to Jim, Karyn shrunk a foot, and her newly fitted clothes were now loose again. "Aargh, why do you men keep wishing for that? That's the second time I shrunk in the past half hour."
The stripper frowned. "Why didn't you tell us that before? You wanted me to make all those wishes for you didn't you? Well in that case I wish I had a tiny penis and no woman, or man for that matter, would want to have sex with me."
Karyn felt a tingling in her pants and couldn't help but take a peek. It was definitely smaller, but Karyn didn't care. Hell the smaller the better in her opinion. She didn't know why she did it, but for some reason, she couldn't help her self. Karyn had to ask. "That the best you got?"
The stripper turned red in the face with rage and started spewing out the worst things she could think of "I wish I was old, fat and ugly with hair everywhere on my body. I wish I couldn't walk without a walker. I wish I was blind and all dogs would pee on me. I wish I had disgusting moles all over my body. I wish nobody took my ideas seriously. I wish every time I talked I studdered. I wish nobody will ever love me!"
Karyn's body twisted and contorted. Changing every second. Getting worse with each wish. Jim's eyes widened at terror at what was happening before him.
Finally he cried out. "I can't take it anymore! I wish I never came into this bathroom!"
