"Well, I hope you enjoyed embarrassing me like this," Karyn said, gesturing at her new endowments with one hand and grasping her hair with the other. I noticed the glint of something in her hand - the stone!
"Now it's my turn to embarass you, sweetie.." she purred.
"I wish that you are able to feel every .. little ... thing .. I am about to do to you in exquisite detail," Karyn breathed. And as she finished speaking I felt every single hair on my exposed skin prick up at the breeze through the window, and I felt the difference in the texture where my skin felt the sheets (slick and smooth), my old Yale t-shirt (crumpled and soft with little holes), and my plaid boxers (stiffer, but still soft).
"Wow" she giggled "I could see the goosebumps rise right up off your skin!"
"Now, let's have some fun. First, I wish I could see you better."
My desk lamp turned on and my bedsheets were blown off the bed by a sudden gust from the window. Karyn grinned a sideways grin as she rubbed the stone in her fingers. Even though I was now thoroughly chilled, being half naked on my bed, this was where I wanted to be more than anything.
"Next, I wish your boring boxers were something a little more... fun ... sexy .. and ... yeah" she grinned even more broadly, "... feminine."
I felt a swift snugging up around my thighs, hips and groin. I looked down. terrified to see my boxers finish transforming into a tight pair of skimpy pink panties, with little yellow flowers all over them, and "Victoria's Secret" printed along the thin little waistband. I could feel the back of the panties curve around the back of my ass cheeks and the leg holes slide up into the crease between my groin and inner thigh. I could also see my cock pressed firmly against the flimsy fabric.
"Wha.. wha.. what are you trying to do?" I stammered.
"Oh be quiet!" she said. "I wish you would just sit back and feel what I am doing to you.... Oh, and thank me for each and every step too, while you're at it."
"Oh, okay, thank you for my panties" I said, my eyes growing wide at the divergence of my speech and my feelings.
"Much better. Now, I wish that that nasty old t-shirt was a nice stretchy sports bra - just the thing for a hot teenage chick to sleep in!"
I felt the fabric of my t-shirt turn silky as it shrank and gathered around my chest and shoulders, finally settlign into a white, wide-strapped sports bra over my flat chested form.
"Thanks for the sports bra," I said cheerily even though I screamed inside.
