"Ok, bro, so next time you'll watch where you're going, right?" Zoe asked in a husky voice. "I have to get going, or I'll be late." She stood up, and started down the stairs, unconcerned with her disheveled, naked appearance.
As she walked down, her hair gradually went from mussed to combed, then to styled. The sweat on her body vanished, as did the massive splooge puddle between her legs. As Jon watched, a pair of bra straps appeared over her shoulders, snaking around and suddenly splitting, one pair meeting at the small of her back and the other looping around the other way to join up with a strip of pink coming from the front. A similar event took place down below, a strip of fabric appearing from between her legs, snaking up over her butt, then dividing and meeting up with a pair coming around her sides from the front, a pair of red flowers forming where they intersected. The air around her solidified, leaving her suddenly clad in a red knee-length dress, similar to the one she had had on before, although with a more revealing neckline in both the front and the back. As she stepped off the staircase, her 2" heeled sandlas clacking softly on the floor, she looked more like she had just walked out of a salon than a hot fuck session.
John lay there, slightly stunned, not noticing that he was now dressed in t-shirt and shorts. 'Now that was a wish,' was all he could think of.
