“Our wishes come true now.”
“What?!” you exclaim. “Our wishes -- what?!”
Jennifer explains, “Yeah, but so we don’t get all greedy and -- uh, what’s the word the demon used -- monomaniacal, a wish has to either affect all the girls here, all the guys here, or all of us.”
“That’s not the part I’m worried about!”
“Well, don’t worry, it’s great,” says Jennifer. “We all look like super-hot porn stars now -- you should see the guys -- and we’re all rich, and we girls are all bi, and the guys’ cum tastes amazing --“
“Oh, my God,” you say. Part of you can’t believe it, but part of you realizes it must be the explanation for the changes to you and Jennifer.
“No, it’s great!” says Jennifer. “And we don’t have to worry about anything. These wishes are making everything change -- we even looked at our driver’s licenses, and they’re all different! The demon said our parents, and everyone outside this sleepover, will remember things being however we wish them.”
“Okay, but I don’t know if I want things to be like this,” you say, looking down at your porn-star body.
“Don’t be silly!” says Jennifer. “We look so much better now.” She licks her glossy red lips.
“But what about the track team?” you ask. “How are you going to run with a chest like that?”
Jennifer shrugs. “So I’ll try out for cheerleading instead.”
“You love running track,” you say. “I think the guys must have done something to your brain. You’re talking like a bimbo.” You take a second to think, and then say, “I wish all the girls here had the same IQs, emotions, outlooks on life -- the same minds they had 12 hours ago.”
Jennifer giggles. “Sorry, I forgot another thing -- you can’t reverse something that’s already been wished. Besides, brain wishes are boring. It’s better when it’s stuff you can see. Like this -- I wish all the girls had a bunch of sexy piercings.”
Before your eyes, you see silver rings pop into existence on Jennifer -- through a nostril, through an eyebrow, two through her bottom lip, and a half-dozen through each ear.
“Wow, cool!” says a delighted Jennifer. “You look even hotter with those.”
You put your hand to your nose and cringe when you feel the ring through your septum. You can also tell you’ve got additional hardware in your ears, not to mention something through your tongue. Jennifer, meanwhile, pulls down the top of her babydoll to look at the rings that now pierce her nipples.
She looks back up. “Let me see yours.”
“No,” you say, putting an arm across your own chest.
“Fine, play hard to get,” Jennifer says with a smile. “I’m sure I’ll see them soon enough.”
A girl’s voice yells from upstairs. “Jen, did you do that?”
Jennifer yells back, “Yeah, did you like it?”
“Oh, my God, Ryan had his cock in me, and when the clit piercing showed up, I came in, like, two seconds!”
“Awesome, I can’t wait to see what it feels like!” She looks at you and continues, “Hey, Alexa’s awake!”
“Finally!” responds the voice, which you’ve finally decided sounds like your friend Melissa. “She should come up here so we can see her, and she can see the boys!”
“Yes, she should,” says Jennifer, still looking straight at you with a gleam in her eyes.
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