"Bullshit." said Biff, a smile on his face.
"Naw, Biffy. I'm, like...totally serious an' stuff." lisped the tiny, swishy gay-boi who he loved to fuck and dominate. Boopsie snuggled against his muscled chest, one of his dainty, long-nailed hands curled around Biffs hardening cock, and the other holding a small, innocuous-looking piece of stone. The brainless boi-slut must be crazy to tell him a story like this.
"So, you're saying that this thing lets you make wishes, and these wishes come true....?"
"Uh-huh, Biffy. That's, like jus' what it does."
"...and that bitch Karyne used it to turn you into you...'cause you used to be her boyfriend."
"I , like...kinda think so, Biffy. Yah knows I ain't no brain likes you. I'm jus' a silly piece of ass an' stuff likes dat."
"You better believe it." Biff said casually, looking at the rock. He could clearly remember his marrage to Boopsie...having watched and lusted after Jon for years till the former nerd accepted his destiny as a slutty boi-toy and total cockhound. He could remember first seeing the girly, swishy faggot that Jon started to become...having sex in the boys restroom between classes...Jon growing out his hair long and thick while dieting down to girlish svelteness...changing his name to Boopsie...being the sweet, empty-headed bim-boi he loved to fuck. The story was crazy. The idea that wishing stone had done it was insane.
Still...Boopsie knew better than to lie to him. He'd trained the sissy slut to always tell the truth, and...he just wouldn't make up a story like that. For one thing, Boopsie was a moron. A bubble-headed bimboi who was flunking every class because he never did any school work and instead fussed with his hair, painted his face, obsessed over his nails and basicly acted like the cock-hungry boi-slut he'd become. Back when he'd beens Jon he'd been smart and a good student, but eversince he'd become Boopsie he'd worked hard at nothing but fashion, gossip and dick-sucking. It was one of the things he loved about the loyal, little faggot. Boopsie had so totally sublimated his personality and opinions to Biffs worldview that the thought of lieing to him...even disagreeing with him...was utterly impossible. Boopsie was Biffs loyal, lusty boi-wife...and that's all he was.
"Well...it couldn't hurt to try, could it. What d'you think I should wish for, babe?"
Boopsie giggled and blushed. "I ain't no brain likes you, Biffy. I'm jus' yer sissy wife. I'm nuttin but a place t' park yer dick. I'm yer toy...I'm yer sissy, swishy faggot fuck-boi. I don' wan' nuttin' but what'eva you wants." he finished this statement with peals of squealing, girlish giggles...and Biffs cock stood at attention. He cooed "Oh, such a nice, big dickie..." as he lowered himself onto the shaft and moaned in delight as he worked his tiny body up and down...his spectacular, plump ass on display as he did so.
Biff moaned and grabbed that ass, causing Boopsie to giggle and squirm, sending jolts of pleasure through him. He moaned "Oh, uh...I guess...my folks aren't really happy with us being married...so I wish my folks...heck the whole football team too...thought we were the perfect couple. I wish my folks thought of you as the daughter they'd...never had..."
Unaware of what was going on, Biff couldn't know that now his mom and Boopsie were signed up for cooking classes together, or that in the last family photo Boopsie now appeared next to him, and his parents looked pleased and delighted. A gold bracelet inscribed "To a wonderful son-in-law" from his parents appeared at Boopsies wrist, and Boopsie suddenly remembered all the times Biffs dad had defended him, and Biffs mom had lovingly hugged him.
"And I guess...I wish I could see you out there on the field...cheering me on at our games, because...you were the head cheerleader instead of Sarah."
Boopsie moaned as Biff fucked him, but gasped as photos appeared on the walls...of himself in a stunningly sexy outfit - double knit diamond shell top, skirt and pom-poms - all in school colors of blue and gold. In the photo, Boopsies hair was set with blue ribbons and he looked...looked...oh, he looked so cute...
"Biffy....(gasp...moan)...look at (oh, man) the picture...it worked!" Boopsie squealed and pointed. Biff thrust violently for a few seconds till he came, then pulled out...and saw what Boopsie meant. Next to his sports trophies (football, basketball, soccer and rugby) were cheerleading trophies. Trophies the now belonged to Boopsie.
He stood up and inspected them, as well as the photos and the three hanging uniforms in Boopsies side of the closet. Then he turned to Boopsie...and gaped.
Previously, Boopsie had been a little plump, but now...except for his still epic ass...his whole body was trim and athletic in an aggressively feminine way. Boopsie looked nimble as a ballerina, lithe as a gymnast and sexy as heck with his smooth skin, tiny penis and flat, boyish chest. Biff looked at the stone with newfound respect.
"The fucking thing works." he muttered.
Boopsie blushed and giggled as Biff slipped an arm around his shoulders and hugged him close. For his part, while Boopsie still prattled and babbled like a bimbo, with lots of "Likes" and "Yah'knows" peppered through his speach, he was no longer flunking out of school. After all, a Cheerleader has to maintain a certain gradepoint average.
"Yeah, I know, right?" giggled Boopsie, his hand once again searching for Biffs cock. "Aint it great, Biffy-wiffy? You could have anythin' ya want, babe. Jus' wish fer it."
Boopsie paused as Biff scooped him up, and whispered in his ear "The only thing I want, babe...is a taste of that fine ass."
Giggling. Happy. Content with his place in the universe as Boopsie Meadows. The former Jon sank back onto the bed and spread his cheeks wide in hungry desire for his husband. Biff smiled down at his tiny, sissy-wife. He genuinely loved Boopsie, and he wanted to make him happy. If that meant fucking him again...then so be it.
