Glancing toward the door, making sure that nobody was coming, I started to strip again. I was hoping that Malcolm didn't take this moment to make another appearance. I was really getting fed up with him. I set my shirt down on the ground. The pink tee with the heart on it was assuredly cute, but it was going to have to go. I mean, who did he think he was? Just popping in whenever he felt like it, completely failing to be helpful in any way whatsoever, and then vanishing again! It wasn't right. I shimmied out of my jeans and discarded them as well, along with my shoes and socks. Now I was standing in front of the mirror in my simple white bra and silky purple panties. I really wished I knew what had happened to my grandfather, and how my annoying visitor was connected to that, but I knew that using the rock to find out anything about either was useless. Oh well, I thought, Time to concentrate on the matter at hand. I was standing there, nearly naked in a sixteen-year-old girl's body that most of the girls in my class would have killed to have, and I had a rock that could make it even better.
But where to start?
"First things first," I thought out loud, "I wish I were three inches taller." A moment later I was staring at my reflection. I was three inches taller now, the same five feet and eleven inches of height that I'd been before the transformation, and I felt a little more comfortable now. Being shorter, even for such a short time, had been more than a little awkward. I breathed a sigh of relief. Every time I made a wish, I felt this little knot at the pit of my stomach, like something was going to go horribly wrong. So far though, aside from the little changes that had been made in Jill's life, which may or may not have been for the better, I somehow managed to rationalize, nothing catastrophic had happened yet.
I took a moment to look over the rest of my body. Overall I was extremely attractive. I was thin and athletic looking and my shoulder length brown hair had a definite shine to it. One thing that I wasn't extremely happy with was my chest. For my taste it was rather small. I cupped my breasts for a moment and gasped. They were extremely sensitive right now. I knew they were much more sensitive now than they would be after Rick and I but still, I hadn't been prepared for it. I slowly pulled my hands away and stared at them in wonder. For a second I wondered what it would feel like when Rick touched them, to have his hands squeezing them, his lips kissing them. I felt myself blush and felt a definite charge between my legs as I softly bit my lower lip. Shaking my head, I tried to get things back on track a little.
"I wish my breasts were a full C Cup," I said, and when the flash of light cleared, I was staring at a much more fully developed chest. There hadn't been much in the way of cleavage before. Now, squeezed into the cups of a bra that I started to realize was uncomfortably small, they created a nice little crease. "I wish my bra fit," I said, breathing a little easier after a moment. For a moment, I toyed with the idea of trying to make them a little bigger, but I remembered Karyn's dilemma earlier today, and decided against it.
These would do nicely for now.
What else?
"I wish," I continued, "That I had " I paused for a moment. If I worded this wrong, or if the rock decided to interpret it wrong, I knew the results could be odd to say the least, "what most people refer to as a nice round bubble butt." I turned around and looked at my ass in the mirror. To my relief the stone had done exactly as I wanted. My ass was firm and round now. I reached around and grabbed my cheeks, squeezing them gently. I'd added the line about most people, because I didn't want to end up with a butt that was a giant soap bubble or something along those lines. If I was going to wish, I was going to be careful. The wish had also widened my hips a little, and as I turned around, I noticed that I had a perfect hour glass figure.
"Nice," I whispered. What else did I want to do? My hair was nice, but there was a little bit I could do with that too now that I thought about it. "I wish my hair went down to the top of the small of my back," I said, "and that I had it tied back into a ponytail." I could do more with the styling later. An instant later, it was so.
I supposed that was about it for the moment. My face was beautiful already, and now I had a body I felt was worthy of me. Now I was going to have to do something about the clothing. I looked at my underwear first. It was so plain. If I was going to be sleeping with Rick, I wanted him to have something interesting to look at, didn't I? I thought about it for a moment, and then decided what I wanted.
"I wish I was wearing a silky, semi-transparent black thong," I whispered. Looking down, I saw that my wish had been granted. It was back with a little lace around the band. The area covering the space between my legs was semi-transparent, and I could just see the fold in my skin through it. I turned around and looked at my rear. It looked extremely sexy in a thong. Two fleshy globes with a thin band of black emerging from between them on the top. I wiggled my hips a little and giggled. I found I liked the subtle feel of the thin fabric between my cheeks as well.
"Very sexy," I mused out loud. I wondered if I was getting too into this. Maybe it would be a good idea to stop using the rock for a bit and let the rest of the night take its course.
"Maybe after a couple more wishes," I thought out loud. "Now for the bra." I looked at the plain white number that I was wearing, and decided it was completely unsuitable for a night of passion. After a moment's thought, I decided what I wanted. "I wish I were wearing a bra that looked exactly like the one Jill just showed me, except it was black.
"That's what I'm talking about," I said with a smile. Now my large breasts were being held in place by something that looked similar to the thong I was wearing. It was black and lacy, and the cups themselves were transparent. I could see my nipples through the dark fabric, and it looked like they were enjoying themselves.
Now it was time for my regular clothing. I looked at the shirt and jeans on the floor. "Something a little hotter, I should think."
"I wish that my jeans were a black skirt that stops three and a half inches above my knees." Then there was the shirt. "I wish my shirt was a white, button up blouse." I quickly threw the new clothing on. The skirt looked great and really helped show off my ass. The shirt was tight, and I could see through it just enough to make out the shape and darker shades of the bra I was wearing underneath. It was a good look, but something was still missing.
"I wish I were wearing dark nylons, and that my shoes were black heels." A moment later, I was setting the rock back in my purse, and admiring my finished work in the mirror. I'd been cute before, but now I was a certifiable hottie. I knew Jill and Rick wouldn't notice. To them, it would seem like I'd been dressed and built like this the entire time. I was surprised, and maybe a little disappointed that Malcolm hadn't put in an appearance. I pushed that thought aside though, because honestly, I hoped to never see him again.
Except
"Enough," I whispered, trying to bring my thoughts in line. I was living a life I could only dream about before today. Now that I'd finished off the wish I'd started earlier in the evening, it was time to enjoy it. Feeling extremely confident, and ready for a night of fun and passion, I made my way out of the bathroom to greet Jill and Rick
