Jon, frantic, quickly decided to run to his mother's room where he knew he would easily be able to find some nail polish remover. Glad that he was alone in the house, Jon threw his mother's door open and scrambled for the dresser where he found the bottle. Pausing for a moment to stare at his hands, he wondered why he had wished for his sister's nail polish collection to be his. It wasn't anything that he would have ever wanted, it had never crossed his mind! In fact, it seemed like the words forced themselves out his mouth without his even wanting to say them!
Not liking where this train of thought was taking him, Jon unscrewed the lid of the bottle and pulled a few cotton swabs out of a small box his mother kept. Then, wetting the swab the way he'd seen his mother do it before, he went to work removing the pink polish, one finger at a time. It was a hard job; the wish had painted his nails very thickly, so it took a while to come off. By the time he had finished one hand, his mind began to wander.
Letting his fingers work automatically, Jon glanced around the room. His mother liked to keep things very tidy, so there was no clutter to be found. The large bed in the middle of the room was made up professionally, although he could see that one side of the mattress was used more than the other. Ever since Jon's father had died his mother had been alone to raise the kids. A sense of guilt rose up in him, as it often did, as he thought of all the times that she'd been pushed to the limits of stress as a single parent, and all the times that he had been the cause of it.
Tearing his eyes away from the accusatory mattress, Jon turned back to his work, noting that two more fingers were clean of the horrible pink paint. Next to the open bottle of polish remover was a bottle of scented hand cream. A grin formed on his face as he remembered sneaking into his mother's room one evening and using a few squirts of that bottle to make a few squirts of his own. He'd had to shower after, since the scent of the cream would have surely given him away, but nobody had been the wiser after he was done.
"I wish my body always smelled sexy and alluring to whoever was around me," Jon muttered.
Immediately the hand that he was holding the cotton swab with glowed, just as it had before.
"Damnit!" Jon shouted as an alluring flowery scent hit his nose. There was no doubt in his mind where it was coming from, of course. His whole body now smelled, well, beautiful. That was the word that came to his mind. Jon was finding his own scent attractive! He felt his penis twitch as he inhaled.
Disgusted with himself, both for his urges and his seemingly out of control wishing, Jon forgot about his nails, leaving three fingers on his left hand still painted pink, stood up and walked out of the room, down the hall, and out the front door. With that distracting smell in his nose, he decided that the best thing for him would be fresh air.
