"I wish I looked like what I thought of as sexy," Sally said.
A shudder ran through her body, and she gasped. She hadn't really thought much of geishas one way or the other, but all of a sudden, she came to the realization that they were the sexiest women on Earth.
She was ecstatic that she had become one, thanks to the mirror's magic. She loved everything about what she saw in the mirror, from the elaborate makeup to the stiletto heels making her legs seem longer -- as well as sensations such as the feel of the silk robe against her smooth skin, the pull of heavier breasts against her chest, and the faint scent of the flowers that were part of her hair decorations.
So turned on by the observations of her five senses was she that she practically threw herself on the bed, lying on her back, exploring her slick folds with one hand -- she felt hairless down there, but wasn't sure if there had been any other changes -- and playing with her nipples with the other, nipples that were brown and about the size of gumdrops, larger and much more sensitive than what she'd had before.
To no surprise, she came quickly, gushing some fluid onto one hands, and then had a couple more orgasms in quick succession for good measure. That only served to cement her opinion of the unsurpassed sexiness of geishas, and as she lay on the bed taking deep breaths, she could only think about how lucky she was.
Finally mostly recovered, she got out of the bed and stood before the mirror once more. Not having closed her robe, she now had a good view of what she guessed were DD-cup breasts that looked delectably large on her petite frame, as well as her pussy with its brown lips still glistening slightly. The sight practically made her heart skip a beat -- it was only marred by her hair being slightly askew, and her white makeup having smeared a bit from sweat.
Excited at the prospect of what her next wish would bring, her mouth was a bit dry as she made it.
