Hitomi, who what seemed forever ago used to be Jon, was a prisoner in her own college dorm room, thanks to her uncontrollable ability to grant wishes to people around her and the aggressive wishing tactics of a jerk she'd met in class, Keith.
Her roommate Wendy (who frankly she'd only just met from Jon's perspective - but would be the only possible visitor, intrusion and escape from this dangerous situation) had already been dealt with by Keith. Currently she lay face and ass in two separate muffs, engaged in a magically-assisted lesbian threesome elsewhere in the dorm.
Hitomi found herself shaking with fear, and anger too. Her life had been turned completely upside down in no time at all and before she had a chance to take a breath and try to fix things, she had run into yet more problems. She had to get out of this somehow and get back home, get the wishing rock and then she would at least be able to take control.
She looked at her captor, Keith. He was a loudmouthed sort and an attention-seeker. He had a cocky demeanour about him but you wouldn't' expect it. He wasn't the buff, jock type Hitomi knew from high school. Keith was tall and lean, scrawny even. His face wasn't bad looking but one look and it was obvious he had a lifestyle based around his computer. The jocks at his high school probably ate him alive. Seems college life really does change people.
Hitomi caught herself longing to be with her sweet lover Joe instead "“ then forcefully reminded herself that their relationship wasn't real but the result of an unfortunate wish by Joe. Still implanted memories or not, he made her feel safe, while Keith did anything but.
"Your butt is not good," he said suddenly. "Small, typical Asian butt. I'm going to have to change that."
"Do your worst," Hitomi scorned.
"I wasn't asking for your permission and I'll get back to that attitude of yours! First, I wish you had a big bubble butt, all round and jiggly. I wish your hips were wider too to match your butt."
Hitomi felt the seat of her pants shift uncomfortably and her balance shift backwards. She couldn't see over the brow of her mountainous breasts, but her trousers still fit and she confirmed with her hands that her butt and hips were larger now (her butt especially). Another shift in reality, she noted. Her jeans fit because her butt's always been this big - apparently.
"Impressive. But I wish you were wearing nothing but a itty bitty thong right now. And I wish you'd give me a little dance, I want to see that ass move!"
Hitomi gasps as a rush of cold air hit her bare thighs and buttocks. If she could look further down than her bosom, she would have seen that she wore only a scarlet G-string that all-but disappeared between the large cleavage of her naked ass-cheeks.
Obliged by the wish, Hitomi felt the need to dance for her captor. It was a strange feeling - she was in complete control of her body, but at the same time dancing just seemed like the most important and sensible course of action right now. No matter how she turned it over in her head, dancing was the best answer.
So Hitomi danced. Unaccustomed to dancing as Jon was, let alone dancing as a girl, let alone a girl with giant wobbly bits, Hitomi gave it her best try. She found the jello-jiggle her butt made to the slightest movement really off-putting, not to mention the wild bouncing of her sensitive breasts. As Hitomi self-consciously tried to minimise those distracting motions, Keith was treated to the stiffest, slowest dance he'd ever seen.
"No, no, no! This isn't sexy!"
"I can't dance-" Hitomi pleaded.
"Not yet, you can't!" Keith cut her off. "I wish you had a dancing pole in your dorm room."
A large pole suddenly appeared in the centre of the room, from roof to floor.
"Now I wish you were like a professional pole dancer who knows all the moves!"
