She could feel it. That was the worst of it. She...could...FEEL it as it happened. Her chin receded, giving her a pronounced overbite. Then her two front teeth bucked, and a gape appeared between them. Her nose swelled, pugged, then flared like a snout, as her eyes went muddy and brown. Her hair lost its simple grace, became greasy, and withdrew into the geeky looking bowlcut she now wore. Her skin became greasy...then VERY greasy, as the pores of her face clogged. Blackhead formed, and acne spread over her cheeks, forhead, upper lip...everywhere. Her hymen healed, as she was now a virgin again...and her body grew lumpy and more muscled, but NOT like a body of a muscle woman. Rather, she had the big, graceless body of a menial laborer...her back was strong, thighs were thick, breasts big but unappealing (like sacks of wet mud) and a guttish pot belly formed at her midsection. Her ass grew wide and flabby, as she'd become the sort of unlovely woman who turned to food to comfort her. She looked in the one cracked mirror in her room, and saw a big, lumpy ogress...
"Oh, mah g-..." she started, before she stopped. Her voice was thicker, lower, clotted with phlegm and all together...wrong. "Wuds wron' wid muh mouf. Like tawkin' tru a buncha cotton." she croaked. The new shape of her tongue, teeth, lips and such changed the way she pronounced words, making her sound like a clod.
"Olga! Get down here!" her mother gried, and an old story came back to her. Her mother telling her that she was named "Sarah" after her fathers mother, but (and she had said this with a laugh) they'd almost naimed her after her own mother...which would have made her...
"Olga! Get down here right now!"
Sarah shook her head, unwilling to grasp that SHE was the "Olga" her mother was calling. Even her name was ugly now.
(Meanwhile)
"Oh, yeah...that's sum fine, white pussy." said Zasha (once Zachary) as she watched the blond bimbo jiggling along ahead of the two officers with her. She entered the Police station...like a sacrifice entering an arena. Tandi (NO! Tyrone!) was trembling as all those hot, horny black woman saw her and started to catcall and whistle. As terrified as she was...she started to smile...and wiggle her butt...and strut a little. Part of her mind was screaming...but her body was WANTING to FEEL the hands of her admirers on her body.
(Meanwhile)
Little wishes...just little ones. Little tiny wishes made to pass the time, and each one came true...and each one had an unspoken wish piggy-backing onto the first wish.
"I wish I'd brought a present to give to Karol." she wished, and a box of chocoletes appeared in her hands.
(I wish I always wore realy high heels)
"Oh that's not fair...now I wish I'd brought a present for everyone."
Several other boxes of chocolets appeared...
(I wish I smoked alot)
She ate with the family, and was glad that Karol let her smoke at the table. When she was finished (but Jonella wasn't) she wished for a book to read while she waited.
(I wish I was the easiest girl in school)
...but lost interest. She thought about all the hot boys she'd fucked last night. It was such fun being the school slut. Every boy in school (and most of the teachers) knew that "Easy" (That's what they all called her...she was thinking of just changing her name) was always in the mood. She smiled at Jonella, thinking of how much fun her fat friend was to fuck. That big body jiggled like =jello when they were in bed, but...she wasn't satisfied with just one lover. A day without a dozen dicks in her was like a day without sunshine.
She wished casually for a dildo (the book nolonger interested her) and went into the bathroom to drill her cunt. As she did...
(I wish I was a terrible student, unable to pay attention to any class)
...'caus afta all, Easy (dats my name) was a total skool dropout, which gave her lots of time t' walk th' streets an' fuck strangers...like she always did. She was a total dunce, but she LOVED it! Jus' fuckin' an' bouncin' her juggs waz th' way Easy liked t' live. She was glad she still had a friend likes Jonella, who could take care of her an' help her out when she needed a smart person t' think fer her.
She lit another cigarette and smoked as she gushed juice into the bowl. She stood, saw herself in the mirror...a total tramp-slut what LUVED fuckin' an' suckin', an' a little bit o' her said "This is wrong!", but it was only a little bit...most of her wanted t' suck Jonellas' big, fat pussy. Easy wuz sucha slut...
