O poo, Karen said to herself. It just wasn't fair. Here she was, all sexy and hot and John stil wasn't turned on. How sexy do I have to be? she asked the world in general as she stared around the room.
Still retaining some small sense of dignity, Karyn closed the door on her temporarily frozen mother and though. She thought hard. She knew that the rock had done something to her, made her different... But she wasn't sure how. She knew she wasn't all that smart but it annoyed her that she couldn't figure it out. She looked around her room, at all the lovely pictures of big bust models and porn stars. She licked her lips.
Concentrate, silly! she said to herself. She had been thinking about something. What was it. She noticed that she had pulled down a shoulder strap and was rubbing a single bare breast across a small stone. The wishing rock! she realized.
What was the problem again? Oh, right, Karen thought, I'm not turning John on. She smiled and then winked at her reflection in the mirror. "I've got it," she proudly announced, "I wish I was more sexier and, like more hotter!"
As the fabric of her clothes writhed, changed and reformed, Karen felt an intense feeling building in her cunt. She reached down to touch herself and soon found herself jamming an entire hand into her sopping cunt. She collapsed to the floor as John returned to consciousness and the room, its contents and location all readjusted to Karen's latest wish.
