After an exciting night at the Playboy mansion, which included swimming with a dozen naked women in the outdoor pool, Jennifer and Karyn woke up early the next morning to a knock on the door.
"Don't bother getting dressed, your first fashion shoot starts in 30 minutes! Just hurry to wardrobe and they'll take care of everything!"
Jennifer and Karyn got up, threw on some short silk robes and high heeled pumps, and headed out into the hallway, where the messenger boy, a rather geeky looking young man who introduced himself as Sam, led them through the maze of corridors to their destination. Sam couldn't help but stare at the 2 lovely women, and finally built up the courage to ask "So, ah, um, Jennifer, right? Would you, um, like to go out after your shoot and maybe have lunch... or something?"
Jennifer giggled a bit to herself, enjoying the attention from the man, but she didn't want to go out with him... she made this wish in order to get closer to beautiful women, not some man. Her body did get aroused a few times looking at some of the hunky bodyguards though, she thought as she bit her lower lip. But if she were to try sleeping with a man, it certainly wouldn't be this little nerd, she thought.
"No, Karyn and I will be busy..." she replied.
"Oh, then how about..." Sam began.
"No, we'll still be busy. Like, always, get the hint?" Jennifer winced a bit; that came out meaner than she had anticipated. Did it have something to do with her prior wish to have the mannerisms of a beautiful woman? Oh well, at least Sam seemed to get the hint, she mused.
She and Karyn went into wardrobe and a half-dozen women began applying make-up, fixing their hair, and choosing outfits for them. Sam, dejected and angry, decided to go back to the girls' room and dig around... Where did these girls come from so suddenly, anyway? Maybe he could find some dirt on them, to pay them back for their attitude.
He dug through their clothes and bags, but couldn't find anything unusual or suspicious until he got to Jennifer's purse. At the bottom of her Prada bag was a smooth round stone. "I wish I knew why she'd carry a rock in her purse", he muttered to himself, and suddenly the knowledge filled him mind. "A wishing stone?" Sam was shocked, but he decided to put it to the test, and thought about Jennifer's nasty attitude.
"Hmm, I wish..."
