Suddenly, Jon had an idea. "I wish that no one in this town was ever visited by the Old Age Droopy Boobs Fairy or the Male Pattern Baldness Fairy." The stone glowed, granting his wish.
He ran to his window and looked across the street at Gretchen Wilson, the elderly lady who lived in that particular house. At this time, she was usually still doing her gardening. And if there was anyone who had droopy breasts, it was her.
But not anymore.
She turned around and Jon saw that her breasts were high and firm. Her outfit even changed a little, to show off her cleavage. Actually, it was kind of a turn on. If only the rest of her looked as good as her breasts.
Jon began to wonder what would happen if he wished that some other Fairies never made visits in town. Or if the Fairies only visited certain people and left others alone. With the wishing stone, he could choose which people got bigger breasts, better looks, who became female or male, gay or straight. He smiled, thinking of a couple of people from school that could use an adjustment.
