DeMorrell smiled as he thought how to complete his wish. He remembered Jon's previous wish, that only he could use the rock. That was easily dealt with. "... that the bearer of the rock was subject to my every whim and command and..." DeMorrell paused thinking of a suitable sting for Jon. Jon, Jon's grandfather and his whole family were a thorn in the fat millionares side "... be my perfect sexual partner."
Jon and his family appeared in their house. His mother, who had not disappeared yet (as per DeMorrell's wish), nor reappered yet, started to go into hysterics. She grabbed the stone from her new daughters hands. "What the hell is happening? Why are you a girl? How have we been getting about! What on -"
At this moment DeMorrell's wish was completed and Jon's mother dissappeared. (sic)
DeMorrell felt ill for a moment. His stomach and insides churning as the strange quicksilver of magis passed over his body. "What?" he asked, voice crackling. He tried to look down but could not for a moment. Then the magic was done. His pants fell around his ankles, boxers and all. His shirt seemed to deflate over his body, clearly falling upon the outline of his new breasts. They were quite large and... perfect. He pulled his shirt up and saw his new sex.
"Oh no!" DeMorrell moaned. Apparently she had been the last one to be the bearer of the rock... since she had made the wish! She was her own perfect sexual partner.
DeMorrell liked his woman with long legs,large breasts, short hair, pouty lips, long lashes, big doleful eyes, refined features. And he liked dark skinned woman. Asian. African American. Spanish. True to his preferences DeMorrell now had a sultry look about her. And he liked his woman small, small enough to lift about and put into any sexual position. God he liked moaners, nymphomaniac moaners! DeMorrell liked a girl to go down on him. He liked trashy woman. "Oh god!"
What were the other parts of the wish? Subject to every whim and command. She was her own person to command. Not a problem. She was still her own master, not a slave at least.
DeMorrell turned to her guard. He was a large fellow. For a fleeting moment DeMorell was curious what it would like to sleep with a man. It was a fleeting whim. A stupid fancy. Not something that DeMorrell would give into. But her wish meant that any whim would be obeyed. Effectively she had no reservations about doing anything and would be a creature of impulse.
She started to take off her top to expose those large milky breasts.
