In her mind, and on her ID, birth certificate, and all records, Jon had a new name. One that would remain in the past, be known in the present, and thanks to wishes being unable to be undone, remain in the future.
"Mmmm. I am Boobs. Good name." She had no last nor middle name anymore. They WERE her identity.
She shook her chest watching all 8 breasts sway with their perky weight and big size. Thanks to her changing to match the picture in mentality, she loved the new name and was happy with it.
"Hmmm, I wish my hair was a white platinum blonde, going down to my huge bouncy heart shaped ass. I also wish the only hair I had was my head hair, eye brows, and eye lashes."
Mere seconds and some scalp itching later, her wavy long locks cascaded down to a nearly impossible rump whose hips had expanded to carry all of the new flesh. Her legs and arms were clean and smooth, not a trace of hair. She had a feeling she would never need to shave her legs, or anything else, for that matter.
"Oh god yes, Im so damn sexy! I just wish...."
