"I wish," Jon said. "that, until I wish otherwise, there will be a gorgeous girl of 18 in my room with an exact copy of my mind, except an attraction to males—myself in particular—and she will want to have sex with me desperately."
He smiled, as the stone glowed.
Appearing out of nowhere was exactly what he had wished for. Truly, this type of girl would be best friends with someone like Sarah McMillan and the rest of the popular girls at school, but she had Jon's mind.
"Wow, this is so weird," she said, looking down at herself. She squeezed her breasts and rubbed herself between her legs, then moaned.
Jon coughed, grabbing her attention. As much as it delighted him to watch her touching herself, that's not why he wished her into existence.
She looked at him and suddenly wanted him. She knew it was weird, since she was mentally Jon and had all of his memories. But that didn't matter. She desperately wanted to have sex with him. Now.
