A rapping on the outside of Jon's window made him stop his assault on the denim layer which encased the beautiful thickness he had for thighs. Flinching harshly, Jon realized that outside his 'cool car' as he'd requested was Alex, the very attractive 20-something who'd been causing him to rub the outside of his jeans. In his hands were the sweatshirt that Jon had gotten when he'd spilled a drink on himself accidentally, the stain still evident. Jon rolled down his window.
"I rea-realized you forgot this back there Joan!" Alex said with a shaky hand as he handed over the sweatshirt.
Jon blushed as he brought the sweatshirt back into his vehicle. "Th-thank you! Here, I'll..." Jon began to reach for his purse.
Alex, a man who nearly had lost his chance to star in his very own MILF fantasy, didn't want the cash Joan offered. No. He'd totally been thrown off when the dream woman had been reenacting what felt like a porno scene in the showers. There was no way he'd let her slip through his fingers once again! With more recklessness then Alex had ever attempted, he stuttered out the smoothest line he could. "I don't need any cash, I appreciate it though. Maybe you can pay me back with some dinner or a cup of coffee?"
Jon, now in his 'oblivious MILF' mode, nodded.
"Certainly sweetie. I have a PTA meeting tonight. But I'd just love to get some coffee with you tomorrow." Jon said, Joan's voice dripping with affection and sweetness, slipping into Alex's ears like an enchanting spell. "Here, why don't you put your number in my contacts."
Jon didn't realize all of what he'd done until he was driving away from the gym parking lot, two things making him realize what had just happened. For one, Alex texted him right away, a firm, authoritative Let's meet at 7 for coffee Here, and secondly, he saw the young man throw his fist up in the air like he was a hero in a movie. It made Jon blush deeply, almost missing the STOP sign at the exit to the parking lot. It made sense, he guessed, that an otherwise normal person would find their life exciting when the wishing stone was altering reality to give him the MILF experience. Still...Jon did feel horny after the encounter, and even more so when his Calendar updated with a new task.
Joan replied to Alex quite quickly, in his view, further confirming his belief that she was perhaps not as innocent as he'd thought. He also thought maybe he was looking too deeply into the text.
Joan: That place looks great Alex. See you then :)
He had to get back on track. Hair. Jon wasn't looking forward to the appointment. He'd kept his hair short on purpose: he had grown his hair out once in his life, and after the painful (to the impatient Jon) length of time he had to spend in the barber shop to maintain, he'd never wanted to deal with it again. This sh-.....a tug on his sensitive nipples stopped his bellyaching and attempted swearing. Driving, Jon decided to take his mind off it by turning on the radio, periodically checking his directions to the salon across town.
It was fun. Rocking out in the motherly body to Rock-n-Roll was totally different. He'd throw his head to the music, and his whole body would jiggle; hair would get in his eyes, his chest would tremor, his butt even wiggling. He'd started just mouthing the words after the third shock for accidentally swearing. But it still felt....too easy? He'd driven for ten minutes, probably looking insane as he jived to the music, and realized what he didn't like about it - Joan certainly wasn't lip synching to rock music with swear words and references to drugs! The wish formed from his throat before he'd even finished the thought, Jon, in the enjoyable atmosphere of the car forgetting the modifications to wishes he might receive.
"I wish that I replaced my current music taste with a stereotypical older woman's love for the 'oldies' - and that I was incapable of understanding why I liked my current music taste in the first place."
Poof!
In a flash, the wishing stone ran with Jon's wish, his memories of listening to decades worth of rock, alternative and assorted albums vanishing into the ether, replaced with what the stone understood as the 'oldies'. Flipping the radio, Jon breathed a sigh of relief as some smooth jazz played. Internally, he gulped, realizing that the rock he'd formerly been jamming too now sounded....out of place. It was a worrying wish.
Parked outside the fancy looking salon, Jon flicked the radio off, feeling his hair. It was certainly a woman's hair. Why women had such an attraction to hair he knew never, it was pretty stupi-.....
"I wish that I felt my hair was as important as any vital organ, and that I understood exactly the maintenance required for said hair, alongside the attachment to having beautiful hair any woman would want - furthermore I want my hair to have nerves to provide me slight pleasure whenever it is touched interacted with."
Poof!
Jon hardly had time to complain.
"That's a bullshit wish!" He shouted, his clothes doubly twisting his nipples and smacking his bottom for his swearing and complaining. Suddenly, he could feel the importance of his hair, the light breeze of the car's A/C making his hard nipples burgeon forward even more, and a shudder to go down Jon's spine. Jon gasped. He had to get this task finished.
Exiting his car to rush into the salon, Jon blushed, his nipples evident in the scoop shirt. The fashion disaster of having the world see your nipples only made Jon wetter, and he struggled a bit to check into the salon, who were more than prompt with getting him sat into a chair. A woman who was definitely Joan's age, or a year or two older, was the person who'd be taking care of him today. Jon breathed a sigh of relief as the woman threw a rose-patterned cape cover over Joan's busty body and then spoke up, asking what she wanted.
"Oh, well I'd just like a trim, and a...." Jon's voice began to blabber out, the masculine aspect of Jon taking a back seat as Joan explained how she wanted her hair taken care of.
"Hi Joan. Well Cathy..." The older woman indicated towards a skinny, skittish looking girl standing nearby, who'd been listening with apt ears at . "...graduated beauty school and will be handling your hair today. She's a pro. Trained by the best. Call for Bess if you need anything Joan; I'm sure Cathy will make sure you don't." The older woman said as Jon was placed into the hands of Cathy.
Just going along for the ride, Jon let his hair be snipped and washed, lathered and massaged, altogether focusing more on stopping his horny moans from escaping when the woman rubbed his scalp for what felt like the 100th time. He bit his lip. Jon could survive this. He felt horrified at the idea of cumming his pants in public like this, momentarily forgetting how only a few hours ago, he'd been close enough to orgasm from merely coupons and shopping discounts. The woman had talked back and forth with the social Joan.
If anything, talking to Cathy as an older woman only made Jon hornier. Cathy clearly only considered Joan a woman, but to Jon's perverted mind, he currently had a pretty damn fine 7/10 blonde college age girl all over him.
"So, do you have any kids?" Cathy said as she put in a hair extension.
"Four. I hope I don't look like it." Jon said with a smile. His ability to lie in his cover story was great. This hair appointment did feel dreadfully long. But...he almost enjoyed the length. It was like exercise, but for his hair.
Eventually, the experience was finished, and Jon finally got to see the result of Cathy's work. Bess entered as Jon began to look at the mirror, speaking up with some authority as Jon noticed the same thing she had. As if the wish had caused it (which Jon was certain it did), Jon's brown, luscious locks looked perhaps even better than before. They shined.
However, that wasn't the focus of any of the three women.
Jon now had a series of long blonde extensions in his brown hair; it blended well with his brown hair, mixing in, but Jon didn't know how he didn't notice the fact that the woman was putting in extensions. He didn't hate it. In fact, as he sat there, he could tell the wish was making him love his new blonde locks just as much as there brown brethren. In fact, in his fantasy, it only made him wetter. The blonde locks hinted at a bit of innocence....yet it still managed to look sultry. The brown was deep and rich.....
Jon blinked. He was becoming oddly obsessive over his hair.
Cathy was apologetic, Bess was angry, and Jon was demure. Cathy swore she didn't know why she'd put the extensions in, and Bess was surprised at how easy Joan forgave her; Jon knew the wish for misfortunate events had played a part here.
"Could I put your haircut on my stylist page? It really helps me as a creator to show a satisfied customer." Cathy said. She still looked chastised.
Joan smiled. "Certainly. I'm always happy to help."
Taking the photos necessary, Cathy eventually was finished, allowing Joan to depart, but not before giving her her card for further appointments. Jon didn't even bother checking the price. He tipped heavily, then fled the scene, his vagina wet enough to make him just want to get home. Plopped in the relative safety of his car, Jon sighed, his ass spreading out as he played with his brown and blonde locks. However, he was dissatisfied with the fact that he didn't get to see the photos Cathy had taken of him; thus, he made up a wish to receive them, including too his desire to feel more like Joan.
"I wish that I had social media accounts which a middle aged woman might have, with Cathy retroactively tagging me in a post regarding my hair."
Poof!
Jon pulled up his phone, eager to look at the tagged photo from Cathy. H-....
"I wish I had a very minor addiction to social media trends geared towards women."
Poof!
Tagged by Cathy in: Beautiful Appointment Today
It's rare I get a customer as good as Joan. Folks, it was a pleasure doing her hair. If you like this styling, please book me at.....
Enraptured by the photos featuring him, Jon realized just how sexual he actually was from a third person perspective. When he'd been sitting there, he just had felt like a person, sitting in a stylists chair. He was certain the wishes he'd made had created the innocent sexuality he exuded accidentally. His nipples were evident through the top, the hair framed his chest perfectly to almost point the casual observers eyes to it. Even from the side one's eyes would trend towards that. If one ignored his chest, they'd be captivated by the bee-stung lips on his face. Flipping between each section of his curvaceous captivating body, Jon got lost down a rabbit hole, eventually aimlessly scrolling through Cathy's feed as well.
With a rub of the eyes, Jon refocused on his phone, trying not to look at the social media present on his phone. He prayed to god his next task would be something light, perhaps housekeeping, so he might go home and finger f-...finger himself into oblivion. His last task completion had certainly been on the heavier side of bestowing him more desire to orgasm.
New Task: Turn Your Car On
Jon scoffed at the task. When his car turned on, and he proceeded to complete said miniscule task, he got hit with a brick wall of horniness from the completion of the task. The only thing which stopped him from trying to finger himself in the car, and perhaps wishing for his windows to be darkened to hide his deeds, was the fact that the front of his car started to expel white smoke. In a panic, Jon rushed out of the car, his phone updating with a new task.
New Task: Take Your Car to the Shop
Before he'd processed the smoke bellowing forth from the shaking vehicle's engine bay, Jon was hit by his sinister side's voice once again. He'd played with vehicles before, white smoke meant that he needed t..-....
"I wish I had close to zero knowledge of a car's function, beyond knowing how to start, stop, drive and park it."
Poof!
Shit. Jon looked on helplessly as white smoke continued from the car. That's where the engine was, right? It couldn't be where the trunk is.
