Zoe smirked to herself. She had been waiting all day for Jon to make this wish. "Grant the wish by giving Jon a tight skirt that just covers his butt, with the appropriate shoes."
She couldn't wait to see him when she got home. For now, she turned her attention back to Danielle. "How about I enjoy you for lunch?" She whispered. The wish to have Danielle masturabate in class seemed to enhance her sex drive and definitely lowered her inhibitions.
Danielle nodded, smiling wide at the suggestions. "Definitely."
The heat in her rose, and she clamped her legs together to stop herself from engaging in anything too soon. So far, things were looking up for her. She vaguely wondered how Jon was handling all the consequences of his wishes.
Jon breathed a sigh of relief as he felt cloth cover his clitty, except that sigh was cut short. His legs felt cold, too cold to be covered. He reached down and his fingers touched skin.
"Shit," he whispered. Karen glanced at him and then moved to look under the table.
"Well, it does fit better," she said. She looked back up at him with a smile. "Think you can handle wearing if for a few more hours? We've got to head to our next class."
"Yeah," he said, pushing his chair out. He swung his legs around, and stood wobbling a bit on the heels. He glanced at the black spikes that had to be at least three inches tall. "I think so."
"Good," Karen said, grabbing the stone and their garabage off the table. He watched her throw the trash away and then hurried to his side. He took her arm, using her to help balance him as he walked.
His hips swayed even more now, and undoubtedly every was staring, but he didn't know that. Karen did, and she felt them brush up against her. She caught a hint of his thong sticking out of the top of the skirt, and she tried to resist the urge to give him a good smack.
She never really was attracted to girls, but there was something about Jon and Jon in a skirt that drove her wild. Unlike him, she hadn't a chance to rub one out, and watching him walk just lit a fire in her. She loved seeing him naked, clothes, but this was the first time she ever saw him in a skirt.
It was tight, pushed out only by his hips and bubbly butt. The material barely covered his ass, only make it more obvious how it moved about as he walked. In fact, his hips almost swooshed instead of swaying, though the heels probably weren't helping.
If she had been thinking a bit clearer, she'd wonder why the wish gave him heels to match, since that wasn't even a part of it. But all she could think about was Jon's face as he came and wanting to be the cause of that again and again and again.
Without thinking of the stone in her hand, she whispered, "I wish I could fuck Jon in the ass."
Jon snapped around to look at her as soon as she said it. He stumbled, and she caught him by the arm, holding him upright. That's when the wish was granted.
