Not used to having such long hair, Mary started to wrap a towel around it, but suddenly recoiled -- it felt as if the water had been quickly sucked out of it, as with a Shop-Vac. She looked back in the mirror to see that not only was it dry, but it looked bouncy and wavy, as if it had just been professionally styled.
Then she saw makeup fading into existence on her face. Her cheeks became a dark reddish hue, her lips a vivid glossy red, her eyelids multicolored, her eyelashes even darker, longer, and thicker. She reached up to touch her face and saw her fingernails growing before her eyes, lengthening well past her fingertips and gaining perfectly manicured white tips.
She felt herself being forced up on tiptoes, and realized she now had high-heeled shoes on her feet. She looked down as best she could past her newly curvy figure to see that they were clear plastic shoes of the type strippers wore. She slid her feet out of them, but found that she simply couldn't force her heels down to the floor, and her toes and the balls of her feet were beginning to feel uncomfortable. She put her feet back into the shoes and got instant relief.
There were no immediate obvious changes, so she finished drying off and hung the towel back up. "At least I know I'll fit in this," she thought, grabbing the oversized white terrycloth bathrobe that hung on the back of the bathroom door.
She put on the robe, but no sooner had she tied the cord closed than it shrank, its material transforming into silk as its plain white color shifted hue to a brilliant purple, patterns of gold and green thread whirling into existence in the form of Chinese dragons. Within seconds, it had become an almost completely different garment, an Asian-inspired robe so short that it barely covered her ass, its top gaping wide to show plenty of cleavage.
It was beautiful and undeniably sexy, but it definitely wasn't what Mary was expecting. She took it off and dropped it on the bathroom floor -- it had changed back to the terrycloth robe by the time it hit the ground and started soaking up water from the puddle she'd dropped it into.
She left it there and crossed the hall to her bedroom in the nude. Deciding she'd try her usual sleepwear, she first pulled on a pair of workmanlike gray cotton panties. They were a little stretched out by her larger hips and ass, but that didn't really matter, since once she released her hands from them, they almost instantly morphed into black lacy panties straight out of a lingerie catalog.
She grumbled, but went ahead and slipped her pink sleep shirt over her head, managing to pull her longer hair through. It changed as soon as she let go, into a skimpy babydoll that matched the panties perfectly.
Deciding to try some "daytime" clothing, she went to her closet and grabbed the first thing she got her hands on, a flower-print sundress. She took the babydoll off, whereupon it changed back to the sleep shirt, and replaced it with the sundress, not bothering with a bra at this point.
The sundress shrank until it was practically form-fitting, and as with the bathrobe, its color and material altered considerably. A diamond-shape cutout appeared to reveal her navel, and a heart-shaped cutout showed off her cleavage. It was now a blue vinyl minidress.
There was more to it than that, though: large silver hoop earrings had appeared in Mary's earlobes, a blue choker around her neck, silver rings on several of her fingers, even a silver charm dangling from a navel piercing that she didn't think she'd had previously. She tried to get one of the rings off, but it appeared to be stuck in place; it wouldn't even turn around her finger. A quick check revealed no way to remove the belly button jewelry, almost as if it had literally grown in place.
She figured out that the dress had a zipper in back, and managed to get out of it. It transformed back to the sundress, and the magically-created accessories disappeared.
Deciding it was the best of the current options, she put the sleep shirt back on, and it became the black babydoll once again.
The wishing rock sat on her desk on top of its silk bag. She sat in her desk chair and gazed at it.
"I'm not sure I can live like this, if any clothes I wear are magically turned into something sexy," she thought. "I guess all I can do is wish for this to be reversed."
She put her hand on the rock and thought about her old self.
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