Keith did the expected. He said, "I wish you were standing up right now, and I wish you were topless."
Hitomi stood up as her sweatshirt, T-shirt, and bra disappeared. Keith whistled. "I didn't realize you were quite that big on top. You're bigger than the typical Asian chick, that's for sure. What size bra do you wear?"
"None of your business," Hitomi retorted.
Keith clicked his tongue. "Wrong answer," he said. "I wish that you would accurately and completely answer any questions I ask you. Now, what's your bra size?"
"34D," snapped Hitomi.
"Nice, but not quite as nice as I'd like," said Keith. "I wish you had a gigantic pair of tits that didn't sag or cause you back problems or anything like that."
Suddenly, Hitomi had a pair of watermelons attached to her chest, a pair which was defying gravity. All she saw looking down was a shelf of flesh with what seemed like the Grand Canyon in the middle.
"Oh, my God," said Keith, and then he went on with, "Those things need some ornaments -- I wish your nipples were pierced with gold rings."
Hitomi couldn't see from her angle, but she knew the jewelry was there.
"And that's just the beginning!" he exclaimed.
