"I wish I had a hot date for the school dance." Tim said with a smile.
Jon was far from happy as, in the blink of an eye, he found himself in a cute, girl-next-door type body about Tim's age. Standing there bewildered with shoulder length brunette hair, a low-cut tank top and a floral-patterned skirt was a person the entire world now knew as Joan. Joan, panicked, looked to Tim for support but was immediately met with the sight of his friend staring directly into his ample new cleavage. "Are you serious right now?"
"Yeah, yeah" Tim replied, never once taking his eyes off of Joan's chest. "Ugh. I wish my date to dance was down to fuck and was excited to use the dance to show off her figure in a sexy dress." Joan balled her hand into a fist but before he could retaliate for Tim's chauvinistic behavior, Tim continued with the wish. "Oh yeah. I wish my date has always been infatuated with me and thinks having sex after the dance will fulfill an adolescent dream of hers." With that, Tim finally looked up at Joan with a menacing grin on his face, knowing full well the type of effect the wish will have on Jon.
In one sense, Tim was disappointed in what happened next. Joan threw herself at Tim, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her breasts in his chest before leaning up into a passionate kiss. "You want a good time Tim? I'll show you the best time of your life!" Joan grabbed Tim by the shirt and pulled him into another deep kiss. However, this time Joan used her free hand to covertly steal the wishing stone from Tim's pocket.
