Jen walked out of the dressing room. Joseph was waiting for her expectantly. When Jen saw him, her body reacted, almost violently. Her heart beat faster, her legs grew weak, and her breasts tightened. Her body just wanted to get close to him and . . . No! She was not going to fall for that. No matter how cute he was and the way his hair fell across is beautiful . . . This was going to be difficult.
"You all right?" he asked, as if trying to hold back a laugh at her confusion. He still didn't know she knew about the wishes, even if she wasn't in earshot.
"I'm . . . fine." It was the first time she had been turned on as a girl, and it was disconcerting.
"Come on, let's go," Joseph said as he put his hand on her shoulder. The physical contact was too much for Jen; she let out an yelp and retreated back to the dressing. She tried to calm her emotions, but she couldn't get rid of the desire to get close to Joseph.
Just then, she heard another wish in the back of her mind: "I wish whenever I say 'put it on my tab', the thing I'm buying will automatically be payed for." Right when Jen let out a sigh of relief it had nothing to do with her, she felt her breast tighten and expand again. She was at least a C-cup now; she looked in the mirror and there was a pronounced difference in her bust size. She kept a mental tally that he had snapped four times.
She walked back outside to Joseph, careful not to look at him. "You did it again," she said in a pouty voice.
"You were taking a long time. Let's go; I all ready paid for your clothes."
