Two things were readily apparent:
- The very disoriented Angela was his son's girlfriend, and
- Jon didn't seem the least bit confused or surprised, even though Angela was nearly hysterical
This wasn't quite what he wanted. When he made her 17, he meant to get himself some teenage cooch, not give his son a girlfriend. Although since she seemed to know that things were different, that probably wouldn't work either.
As Angela carried on and Jon tried to comfort her, Peter reached up and rubbed the bride of his nose. "Dang it," he mumbled," I wish these wishes would turn out the way I meant them."
Suddenly, Jon was gone, and Angela, sweet seventeen Angela, was busy pulling down her skirt! Her shirt was already off, displaying her somewhat basic bra. She was looking at him with steamy eyes.
"That's right," he said breathlessly, as her dress dropped to the floor. When he wished for her to be seventeen, he had meant 'seventeen and eager to have me fuck her ass off', and, he realized, his inadvertent wish had made that so.
Just as Angela got ready to pull off her bra, bearing her enticing looking tits to his hungry gaze...
