"...I wish I , umm, looked younger."
Suddenly, her stretch shorts transformed into a flirty, pleated mini-skirt and her halter top smimmered and became a tiny, fuzzy pink belly sweater. Her floppy socks began to creep up her long legs until they became knee-highs while her tennis shoes transformed into dark slip-ons.
Her hair began to curl a bit, giving her ponytail a lot more bounce and the scrunchy holding it in place turned into a pink ribbon. Her makeup softened and her eyes became noticibly larger, with an even more intense shade of blue.
Jon shook his head in horror. Sure, his mother LOOKED a bit younger -- but in appearance only. He noted that she still had the killer 19-year-old body. She was such an airhead that she didn't know exactly what she was wishing for.
Teen mom did a little spin to check out her new outfit. "Oopsie!" she giggled, when her tiny skirt flipped up, exposing her white cotton panties. Then she started to pout a little. And looked a little confused.
"I DO look younger... but now I don't look like a cheerleader anymore." She frowned. "Maybe I... "
"NO!" shouted Jon. "It's okay! You don't need to look like a cheerleader."
She looked even more puzzled. And then, an idea flashed into her almost empty head. She giggled.
"I know what to do! I wish..."
