No sooner had Jon finished his wish, when there was a knock on the door. It was Zoe, his sister, who happened to go to the same school as he did. One year his junior, Zoe had a panache for bending the rules. Stylistically she was a goth, but the school uniform, conservative as it was, didn't allow for much creativity that way. She would try, nonetheless, to add her own flare where she could. Long black gloves, goth make-up, fishnet stockings (which usually would get her sent home) or boots instead of the standard shoes.
Today as another story. Jon barely recognized the girl in his doorway. Her hair was still black, but that was as far as the gothic influence went. Her face didn't have a hint of the white make-up he was used to. Instead she was made up very femininely, red lipstick, blush, eye-liner. Her hair was cascading over her shoulders in a style he might have expected from a fashion magazine. These changed were enough to through him off, but when he inspected her uniform, they seemed like nothing.
Just like he had wished, all her clothes were really sexy and really feminine. They seemed to be some sort of stripperized version of the conservative uniform. Her pleated skirt was so short that he could see most of her thigh. Her legs were clad in stockings, white, which ended at her knee. Her shoes were heeled so high that they would have made an acrobat uneasy. Her top, which was barely done up, ended just below her breasts, and was tied at the top with a short tie that matched the tartan on her skirt.
She was smiling.
"Hey Jon," she said, "So? What do you think? Am I ready?"
"Uh..." was all he could muster.
Zoe rolled her eyes and her brother. "God, Jon, why do you always have to make it so difficult?" She slowly sauntered into the room, moving with a very sultry gait. She stopped right in front of him, lifted one knee, then the other, until she was straddling his lap on the bed.
"Urg..." he responded.
She wrapped one arm behind him, pulling his face into her cleavage (which smelled like strawberries), while she plunged the other hand into his pants and fondled his penis. After a moment or two of this she pulled his head out again, brought her painted lips close to his and whispered, "Well, big boy? Do you think I'm ready for school? Am I," she paused and licked the tip of his nose, "sexy enough?"
"Oh yeah," he said, grinning, enjoying the attention his penis was getting.
In a flash she leaped off him and walked to the door. "Thanks Jon! The last thing I want is detention again. Mom almost killed me last time. See you at school!"
Jon, shaken by the encounter, and incredibly aroused, wondered what else his wish had changed.
