The neon cacophony of Galaxy Zone assaulted Jon’s senses, but "Esme" didn't flinch. He sashayed to the counter, hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm that he couldn’t stop, Karyn giggling at his side while the boys trailed behind like lovesick puppies. The guy at the register—nametag 'Tyler', with shaggy hair and biceps straining against his polo—looked up and froze.
Jon meant to hand over the credit card efficiently. Instead, he felt his hip cock to the side, thrusting his denim-clad ass out for the kids' benefit. He leaned over the counter, his loose shirt dipping dangerously low, exposing the pierced swell of his chest.
"Four for the next game," Jon tried to say briskly.
Tyler was a wreck. "F-four?" He fumbled the scanner, dropping it with a loud clatter. He turned beet red, sweating profusely. "S-sorry, I just... uh... the machine... I..." He couldn't even look Jon in the eye, his gaze bouncing frantically around the ceiling to avoid the cleavage displayed before him.
It was excruciating. God, Jon thought, rolling his eyes. He barely noticed as he mumbled under his breath “I wish he would just be more forward and stop acting like a terrified virgin so we can go.”
A sharp, sudden heat flared against his thigh.
Jon froze. The stone. He’d forgotten it was in his pocket. Wait? When did it get in his pocket?
Before he could panic, Tyler straightened up. The sweat seemed to vanish. His nervous grimace smoothed into a predatory, confident smirk. He leaned over the counter, invading Jon’s personal space, his eyes dropping shamelessly to Jon’s chest and lingering there.
“And you two,” he asked.
Jon felt a sudden, treacherous spike of heat in his belly. Tyler was... hot. No, Jon thought, panic rising, I’m a guy. I like girls. I am straight— wait, I mean… He tried to groan in frustration, to shake off the lusty brain-fog.
"Uhhg," he tried to grunt.
It escaped his throat as a needy, breathy moan and then he was saying: "Mmm, make it six, Ty.” His tongue darted out to wet his lip. "Unless you want to sit this one out with me?"
“I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to see you out there again,” Karyn said.
In the moment of silence that followed, as Tyler updated their information on his machine, Jon tried to shake the “Esme” out of his system. He just wanted to be normal. He didn’t want to be like this. On an inward level it worked for the moment, the hornyness, the pulsing of his bear cunt against his jeans (why didn’t he put on underwear) faded some and it felt like he gained some semblance of control back over his actions. Outwardly, however, the shake just tumbled his curls about his shoulders and caused his unrestrained breasts to jiggle mesmerizingly. For a moment Tyler looked like he might faint before his wide smirk returned to his features.
"Mikey, take your friends and get vested up with... him," Jon said, pointing to another staffer. The kids scrambled off.
"I can help you ladies," Tyler blurted out, abandoning the register entirely to step around the counter with two heavy vests, tripping slightly over his own feet in his haste to get closer.
"We can manage—" Jon started.
"We’d love the help," Karyn interrupted, spinning Jon around
The neon cacophony of Galaxy Zone assaulted Jon’s senses, but "Esme" didn't flinch. He sashayed to the counter, hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm, Karyn giggling at his side. Tyler, the guy at the register—now oozing a predatory confidence thanks to Jon’s previous accidental wish—didn't just stare; he devoured.
"Six players," Tyler purred, clocking out on the screen. "I'm joining."
"Mikey, take the guys," Jon managed to squeak. The kids ran off, oblivious.
Tyler walked around the counter, grabbing two heavy, battered plastic vests. He didn't hand one to Jon; he stepped behind him, his chest pressing hot and firm against Jon’s back.
"Arms up, beautiful," Tyler whispered, his breath ghosting over Jon's ear.
Jon complied, shaking, lifting his arms. Tyler wrapped the heavy plastic gear around Jon’s torso. He yanked the straps violently tight.
"Ow!" Jon gasped. The hard, unforgiving plastic plate crushed his sensitive, C-cup breasts, grinding against the piercings. It was suffocating, digging into his ribs and squashing his soft flesh painfully.
God, Jon thought, wincing as Tyler wrenched another strap, I wish I could just feel comfortable in this gear.
A pulse of warmth flooded from Jon’s pocket.
Instantly, the heavy weight on his shoulders vanished. The crushing plastic dissolved into a fluid, dark shimmer.
Jon looked down and gasped. The bulky vests were gone. In their place, he and Karyn were now wearing sleek, futuristic one-piece bodysuits that resembled high-cut swimsuits made of tech-fabric. On the wall, the adult vests became segmented. Male was the same but now there was a female section with a variety of sizes.
They were "comfortable"—soft as silk and perfectly contoured—but they were excessively tight. The fabric clung to Jon’s chest like a second skin, outlining the exact shape of his C-cups and the bumps of his piercings. Beside him, Karyn’s suit struggled to contain the massive DD-cups she had wished for, the zipper straining over her cleavage.
Crucially, the suits had materialized under their bottoms. Jon was still wearing his tight jeans, and Karyn still had her pleated skirt, making the bodysuits look like incredibly lewd tops tucked in, with a sliver of bare skin at their hips visible between the line of the bodysuits and Jon's jeans and Karyn's skirt.
"Whoa," Karyn said, looking down at her own chest. "Did we change?"
Jon’s eyes went wide. Tyler was staring at Jon’s chest, his mouth opening to ask what happened.
Panic seized Jon. He jammed his hand into his tight jeans pocket, his fingers brushing the warm, smooth stone. He ripped it out, clutching it in a trembling fist.
"I wish you didn't notice that wish!" Jon hissed desperately.
The flash was instantaneous. Tyler’s confused expression smoothed out. He blinked, looking at the skintight suit on Jon as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
"Fits like a glove," Tyler grinned, oblivious to the change.
But Jon’s hands were shaking so hard from the adrenaline that the stone slipped.
Clack.
It hit the linoleum floor, spinning to a stop right at Tyler’s feet.
"Oops," Tyler said, bending down. He snatched up the reddish stone before Jon could react. He turned it over in his hand, admiring the smooth surface. "Cool rock. You keep good luck charms?"
"Give it back," Jon said, reaching out, his heart hammering against his ribs.
Tyler pulled his hand back, a playful, dangerous glint in his eye. He looked from the stone to Jon, and then to Karyn. Tyler's eyes on him, Jon couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious even with Esme in his mind. He felt his arms come up over his breasts.
"Don't hide. I wish you both loved showing off."
The stone flashed and Jon felt his brain be rewired. His arms fell and he thrust his chest out even more than before.
"So... do you have a boyfriend?"
Jon simultaneously felt a similar shift as before when his clothes changed earlier that day on the stairs and also the sensation that he was being watched, but he didn’t notice anything different he was much too concerned with what just happened.
Jon opened his mouth, the word “no” on the edge of his plump lips, but Karyn suddenly grabbed the front of his bodysuit. She yanked him into a possessive, bruising kiss.
Tyler recoiled as if he’d touched a live wire, his hands flying up in surrender. His jaw unhinged, dropping open as he watched the two women lock lips. The flush on his cheeks deepened to a violent crimson, but rather than look away, his eyes widened, darting between Karyn's aggressive hold and Jon's surrendered, swaying posture.
...I wish you both loved showing off...
Jon leaned into the kiss and Karyn grabbed Jon's ass roughly. Jon moaned, the feeling of doing this in front of Tyler was electric.
"She’s mine," Karyn declared, pulling back with a smirk but breathing heavily.
Tyler let out a strangled sound—half disappointment, half pure, unfiltered male fantasy.
"I... uh... let me just..." He took a few steps back and tossed the stone back to them. He gave a nervous, electrified laugh. "Lucky girl."
Across the room, Mikey’s eyes bulged. When his eyes met Jon’s, he turned and ducked frantically back into the arena.
What just happened?
"Esme!?" Karyn said. "You said you would leave it at home today but you just have to have it on you don't you."
Jon was still to stunned to have a proper response.
"Just hand it here. I'll hold on to it," Karyn said holding out a hand.
"Why? What if you make an accidental wish or some wish against me."
Karyn shook her head, he blonde hair going everywhere before returning to perfect straightness, "You've made two wishes, don't think I didn't notice the first one making him less nervous, and I have only made one. I promise I won't do anything.
"F-fine." Jon said reluctantly. "But I want it back when we get back to my parents' house-- I mean my house." Karyn nodded before saying:
“That was a close one, if I hadn’t stopped you, who knows how far you would have gone with him,” Karyn said. Jon thought about it, kissing Tyler, unzipping his pants and… he felt a mixture of arousal and revulsion.
"I... I'm not gay," Jon whispered as Tyler finally retreated, walking backward and nearly tripping over a trash can, his eyes still glued to them. "I mean, I'm attracted to—"
"Your boyfriend," Karyn interjected smoothly. "Which is why I had to protect your fidelity. Remember when you broke up with Bryan because you caught him with your dormmate? You care about this even if you struggle with it."
Jon blinked. How could he possibly remember a Bryan from a life that wasn’t his?
"But... you just kissed me?"
"And as I’ve said, I’ve talked with him," Karyn said, adjusting her skirt. "Your boyfriend said it was okay if we kissed occasionally. He’s a good one. I do hope he lets us have a threesome again. You probably don't remember; the only time you’re even remotely bi is when you’re drunk."
“T-t-threesome?”
“I’m not surprised you don’t remember,” Karyn said as she finished putting on her vest. “Sorry, I asked for his help. I wasn’t expecting him to be so handsy. I just wanted to have a little flirt with him.”
"Wait, wait, but five minutes ago you said I was 'straight as they come' or ‘straight as I could be’ or something like that," Jon hissed.
Karyn frowned, and somehow, it was incredibly hot. "I didn't say that. I said you're mostly straight. Maybe you should get your memory checked. You sure you didn't hit your head at the frat party?"
“Uhh… no?” Jon said that because he hadn’t been to a frat party. Ever. But wait mostly straight. Things were changing somehow.
Mikey ducked back into the arena, face red and a familiar stiffening sensation in his pants.
“Are they coming?” Maya asked.
“U-uh yeah,” Mikey managed to say. He couldn’t get what he had seen out of his head. His adopted sister ‘Esme’ and her now older and sexier friend Karyn had kissed. He was surprised that his wish extended to Jon’s best friend, but he was thankful it did; Karyn had been very boring before, not sexy or cool at all, but now.
Mikey had heard of girls who liked girls, but he had always thought it was a little weird; but now, seeing it…
He was thinking he was changing his mind.
And in doing so, changed Mikey’s perception of what a sexy and flirtatious adoptive sister looked like, therefore subtly changing the outcome of his wish. Maybe it was hotter to have a sister who had a cool boyfriend, but also occasionally messed around with a girl.
But then he thought about those bodysuits 'Esme' and Karyn were wearing. He was starting to get an idea for what to wish for his birthday. He could see his sister and her friends dressed scantily or in similarly tight clothing much more often if only there was a pool at his house. Then with that plus his sister, everyone would want to hang out at his place.
"Do you think I should call Jon?" Zoë asked, pacing the room.
"Jon? Oh, right. You mean Esme. No. There is no time," Zelda replied, her voice tight.
"Okay, what do you need me to do?"
"Just stand back."
Zelda raised her hands over the pentagram carved into the floor. The air in the room dropped ten degrees instantly. She began to chant, the words guttural and vibrating in the floorboards. Violet light bled from the wood grain, swirling upward like reverse smoke, coalescing into a heavy, thrumming pillar of energy intended to lock reality in place.
“We should go. Your brother and his friends are waiting.”
“Wait!”
“What?”
“I wish you remembered,” Jon said, and also, at that moment, Zelda's wish took effect.
