"I-I-I W-w-wish that," he tried to hold the wish back, but it spilled from his lips. "That I frequently would end up in situations that wouldn't be out of place in a hentai comic."
The stone flashed, and Jon cursed. Then the doorbell rang. Now he had to talk to someone like how he was now. The only way it would be worse was if, "I wish that instead of this cropped t-shirt, I was wearing a tight corset that would look straight out of a Victoria's Secret ad, and it would further enhance my waist, boobs, and hips."
Jon exhaled sharply as the air was forced out of his lungs. He didn't want to go to the door but felt compelled to. He peered through the peephole and saw a late teen or early twenties man holding a pizza box. Shit! Jon had a feeling he knew where this was going. He opened the door.
"Hello. Can I help you?" Jon asked.
"This pizza here is for you. I need payment."
He had to get out of this, "But I didn't order this."
"I have to take payment." The pizza boy replied.
"Let me go find my wallet," Jon said, breathing quickly and closing the door. He went to the kitchen where he had put his wallet when he had gotten home and... it wasn't there. Shit! Maybe he could slip out the back? He didn't want to fuck a guy.
"I wish that no matter what, I wouldn't stop being attracted to women," He said intentionally. He made his way back to the door and opened it. Shit, it was still the same guy. He saw the pizza boy sniff the air.
"Sorry, I don't have money," he said and tried to slam the door, but the pizza boy reached out and stopped the door from closing.
"I must receive payment," He said as if almost in a trance. Shit.
