Karyn knew that it was dangerous to hug her friend Jon, but he seemed so distressed that she couldn't stop herself. The last time she had gotten so close, she'd ended up on her knees with his penis in her mouth, enjoying every filthy second of it. When she'd finished, she had spotted both of her parents watching from the hallway, each with a jealous look on their faces. That was when she'd started wearing the nose plug.
At least, that's what her memories told her. She knew, since she had been in the room when Jon had wished it, that these memories were false, that Jon had wished it up for her. Not that she wasn't thankful. Without it, she would be at his mercy, no matter how fruity he dressed, just like everyone else she had seen around Jon.
The hug was innocent, and to keep it that way she held her breath as an extra precaution. Then, when she thought she could hold it no more, she broke off, backing away from him, and finally took in some air.
Jon looked dazed. He was staring at his feet, his tiny, delicate feet. He seemed to be trying to straighten them, but it seemed to be a strain. As soon as he got his feet flat on the floor, he would relax, and they would naturally slide back up so that he was balanced on the balls of his feet. He tried it both sitting and standing, but the result was the same. His new natural stance was standing tip-toed on his tiny feet.
Karyn didn't want to laugh, but it did look silly. Her best friend was standing in her bedroom wearing a leather skirt, had puffed up lips, and couldn't even stand flat on his feet. He looked ridiculous. Sure, from her perspective he had always worn high-heeled shoes, and now his feet finally matched his footwear, but she had to trust him when he said that that life-choice was wish induced. Not that it mattered to her, he looked silly either way.
Jon sat back down on Karyn's bed and began to strap on his shoes (which had shrunk down to fit his new feet).
"My legs were getting tired," he explained, sadness in his voice, brushing his long red hair out of his face so that he could see the buckles, "I guess standing on my toes all the time will take some getting used to."
"Don't worry, Jon," she tried to console him, "We'll figure this out before it gets any worse."
Jon looked up and smiled at her once he had the final buckle fastened. She loved it when he looked at her like that. There was a time that she had had a crush on Jon, before she realized how strange it was for a boy to wear women's underwear, or paint his nails. When he smiled at her in such a trusting manner, she was reminded of those innocent days. Sometimes she wished she could go back to being like that.
"You're such a good friend," he said, causing Karyn to blush, "You've always been there for me. Even after we screwed up and made that wish about your hair and breasts, you're still my best friend."
Then a funny look crossed Jon's face, as if he was trying to control his face but couldn't.
"I wish that I had big perky breasts, bigger than Karyn's."
Karyn's eyes went wide as she saw Jon's hand glow, then his chest expand. His shirt grew as his chest did, making room for the huge boobs that were encased inside. They were, indeed, bigger than her's, bigger and perkier! Jon's hands instantly went to his new glands, a gasp escaping his lips as he felt his new nipples for the first time.
That's when it hit her.
"Jon!" she said, shocked at her revelation, "You're wishing things about what you're seeing and experiencing! You just wished about boobs because of MY boobs! Same with my feet, and my shoes! You need to get out of here before more changes happen!!!"
Jon, shocked, agreed, and stumbled out of the room, balance thrown off by the combination of breasts, tiny feet, and high-heeled shoes. As soon as he was out of her room, Karyn slammed the door.
"Go home, Jon," she said through the closed door, "maybe there you'll at least have a fighting chance."
She could hear the click of Jon's shoes as he receded from her doorway, and all she could do was hope that he'd be alright.
