"Don't you wish you were no longer a poor mexican peasant?" He asked haughtily. However Selma knew enough English to understand the grinning Clint. She strode forward purposefully, and slapped him hard across the face.
"You bitch, I wish you were a submissive whore working here." His anger was clear in his voice.
Jon steps back a little as you see Selma start to change. Suddenly Jon realises that the wish is affecting her too. Clint spits out a little blood and admires the two new girls.
Jon are tired of Clint and his reckless wishing, stomp up the stairs, grabbing him by the arm, and pull him towards an empty room.
He looks back over his shoulder at the madam, "Wow Mandy your girls sure are eager." He rests his hand firmly on Jon's lovely ass patting it affectionately.
She slams the door behind her and pushes him onto the bed. "Karyn you've lost control. The stone has made you power mad. If you just give it to me, I can return us to normal."
Reluctantly he holds the stone out, like an addict admitting a problem, he drops it into Jon's delicately manicured hands. Finally having her hands on the stone Jon resolved never to be left helpless by anybody else.
Jon quickly wished the pair back into their original bodies. Karyn felt her crotch seeming to miss having a cock already. A glance at Jon's face told her how angry he was.
"Now I wish you knew what it was like to be those whore clothes." Karyn let out a small 'Eeep', as her clothes transformed into the ridiculous outfit that she had admired so much as a male.
She was glad still to have her own mind and language skills, she spoke fast, "Don't you think this is a more suitable place for some of our schoolfriends? That slut Sarah McMillan, would make a delightful whore." She waved down to indicate her body.
"A bustier girl would certainly fill that more seductively." Jon muses. Karyn's breasts just didn't quite move as attractively in the basque.
"This outfit just doesn't fit me." Karyn complained tugging at her clothes. Alternately pulling the top of the basque up to cover her breasts, which did bobble pleasantly in place. Before pulling it down at the back to cover more of her ass. Giving up, she let her hands drop to her side. The frustration forming a delightful pout on her face.
Finally Jon looked at her, "I've decided....."
