Yet again, Jen gave thanks to her grandfather for leaving his wonderful magic rock to her. It had allowed her to create the almost unimaginably sexual form in which she now found herself, a pure fantasy object for heterosexual males.
Thanks to the rock's powers, she could enhance herself in ways that other women could only dream about. Her knee-length hair would always look perfect, thanks to a wish she'd made on the 6th day of her transformation. After a couple of other wishes, she no longer needed to worry about shaving, or doing her makeup and nails; her body was now devoid of hair, her digits permanently manicured and pedicured, and her face forever covered with paint that would mark her as a slut.
Clothes were no problem for her, either, despite her exaggerated and unique dimensions. A wish ensured that any clothing she put on would magically alter itself to fit her cartoonish hourglass figure. She'd also wished to be completely comfortable in whatever shoes she chose to wear, and gave herself a collection of shoes with platforms and extremely high heels that helped to mitigate her short stature.
The changes to reality hadn't gone far enough with her bedroom, she thought. She gave herself a giant canopy bed that appeared to be more for sex than sleeping, a bookshelf full of porn DVDs and magazines, and a drawer full of toys.
Thinking everyone else was out of the house, she pulled a large, black-colored vibrator out of that drawer, laid back on her satin sheets, pushed up her skirt, pulled down her thong, and started thinking about Greg Harrison, who she hoped she'd be seeing tomorrow.
She suddenly heard heavy boots clunking up the stairs, but she was too close to finish to do anything; she didn't react as she heard her sister Zoe's voice getting closer: "Jen, we just dropped Mikey off at his sleepover, and Mom's gonna get pizza for us, so what do you want on yours -- oh, my God, what are you doing? I thought Mom told you to close the door! Mom, come up here!"
Another pair of shoes walking up the stairs. "Zoe, what is it?"
And then a gasp, that neatly coincided with Jen making a gasp and squeal of her own as she came hard, spraying sweet-smelling liquid (the result of another wish).
As Jen lay back, breathing hard, her mother started in: "Come on, we talked about this. I know Dr. Matthews says we shouldn't prevent you from your, uh, pursuits, but that doesn't mean you can't at least close the door. What if Mikey had been here? And didn't we talk about you trying to be a little quieter? Maybe waiting until your bedtime? And it looks like I'm going to have to buy you some more appropriate clothes again. Honestly, I don't know what you're doing with what I've bought you before..." Zoe just stood there in her dark makeup and her black clothing, grinning at the lecture Jen was getting.
It was at the point when the word "grounding" left her mother's mouth that Jen reached into her bedside drawer, took out the rock, and interrupted her mother. "Mom, I wish..."
