I took my clothes, dressed quickly and took a quick lunch. I then run to school. But in the way I found Karyn, with a sad face.
"Jon, we have to wish something, my breasts are killing me." She said.
Remembering the dream perfectly, I stammered some words without any clear sentenses.
"Jon, my breasts, they are so sensitive, I had an orgasm when I washed them in the shower, the tissues on them are unconfortable. And most of all, they drool milk, I mlked them this morning in the sink. I can't stay like this." She begged
"I can't Karyn... I really can't..." I finally said.
