"Oh yeah?" she replied mischievously, playing along with the 'joke', "Well I wish that you had bigger breasts."
In my Alchol induced haze I barely realized what she had said. But my Bra did notice however as the seam burst and my new C-Cup Breasts filled my Cheerleading Blouse. Sandra looked at me in amazement as I stared back at her with a goofy drunk smirk.
"I told you... wishing stone, silly..." I said as I attemted to kiss her some more. She returened the favor as she massaged my brand new Breasts. I couldn't belive how great it felt to be a woman, but I was about to find out it got better...
