Jon had had his fun with the last wish. To imagine whatever new horrible wishes would come from his (immediately horny) spur of the moment wish for a bit more uncertainty in his wishes would've been redundant; he enjoyed whatever was coming next, especially if it meant getting to lose control a bit.
Opening his mouth, Jon began to think of his next wish, but he found 'himself' speaking. It wasn't him, but it was him, meaning his last wish had just chosen a random moment.
"I wish I had a routine a MILF might, even if I don't have the children or husband to satisfy; things like a grocery list to attend to, a spin class to go to - and that I felt compelled to follow the routine as much as possible"
Poof!
Jon had joked about needing a day planner before, but he realized in his very hands was the digital version of that, opened up to a well planned calendar app. Scanning it, Jon's sexual fantasy was a bit messed with, especially seeing as Get the car washed and Pay the neighbor to mow the lawn were things a mature adult might do, but not in his fantasy erotica adventure. The first event on the planner was easy Get Coffee. Jon could do that. But if was being forced to go out (and his brain was tugging at him), a compulsion he knew came from his ring, he was going to drive in style.
"I wish I had a cool car that a woman my age would have."
Poof!
It was hard to convince Jon to leave in his current body, his sweater and pencil skirt only making it worse. His hand kept touching the door like a security alarm might go off if he opened it. Finally, he found himself turning the door handle, and stepping out into the outside world as himself. No one, to the shy and perverted Jon, said anything, no one was grabbing his ass. He got to his car unmolested.
By cool car, Jon hadn't meant a mom minivan with enough space to carry half a dozen children, but it would do. Sitting in the car's driver's seat, he found the keys in the console and started the car.
"I wish I had a purse with an ID, several thousands of dollars worth of cash, and anything else a woman my age might carry."
Poof!
Jon smiled at his last wish. Genius.
"I'm a fu-..." The shock of the bra stopped him in his tracks. Right. No swearing.
Pulling into a nearby coffee shop Jon had gone to a few times in his life, he sat in the car. People milled about. His compulsion to rush in was strong. Still. Seeing groups of people interfere with his erotica was a bit harsh, but Jon felt damp between his legs. Wasn't that what he wanted? Some risk? Some adventure? Besides, in 48 hours, he'd be back to normal. He'd just wish anyone's memory of this away if anything went too poorly.
"I wish no one heard me wish for things."
Poof!
Jon started to swear once more, and the sweater began to itch. He was good this time. As he walked in, ready to order his coffee, Jon felt that voice that was his, but wasn't his come back.
"I wish I was addicted to coffee, sweets, and desserts in general, with my body becoming more fecund as a result."
Poof!
As the doorbell chimed in the shop, Jon felt his body shift, as a layer of thickness which hadn't existed before pushed the clothes out. He could briefly see his reflection, and he noticed a layer to his womanly physique which was evident. He was still regal, but some might call him lush, or more bluntly, very thick. If he weren't now surronded by families and with a killer caffeine headache, he'd have checked himself out more in the mirror.
His wish seemed to working out pretty god d......gosh darn well.
