Funny how wishes are misinterpreted most of the time. When my aunt passed away, I inherited her wishing stone. I thought about wishing to be wealthy, or having the perfect girlfriend, you know, the usual stuff. I knew exactly how the stone worked. My aun had thought me well. I knew that for every wish I made for myself, I had to previously had made a wish for some one in need. She never told me what she had wished before, but I knew she had only used the stone once.
“You’re going or you plan to stand there all day?” Zoey was becoming impatient. “Yeah, it’s not like you can hide forever. You have to go out” Natalie tried to encourage her friend. “But… Do i really have to wear this?” Gary slowly stuck his head outside. “Come on, it’s perfectly fine for you to wear such clothes” Zoey said and went closer. She grabbed his hand and pulled him outside. Garry tried to resist but it was hard to do so in high heels. “See, it didn’t hurt” Zoey smiled. “I feel like a pervert” Gary complained, he really felt embarrassed wearing a skirt in public. “How many times we have to go through this? You’re a girl now and it’s normal for girls to wear skirts” Natalie said. “But i was a guy a week ago” Gary cried. “And now you’re a girl. Listen to me, you have to accept it. There is no way out form this. Your name is Grace. You’re a beautiful and stunning young woman and you should be proud of it” Zoey said. “Now let’s go to the bar. You’re going to chill out and get used to show your new form in public. Maybe you will meet some new people” Natalie took hm by the arm. “Trust me, it will be fun” Zoey smiled and they went towards the nearest bar. “Ugh, this is going to be such a pain” Gary groaned as the two girls guided him.
Brian was always close with his niece Amy. He spend a lot of time playing with her and it always made him happy when Amy called him the best uncle. But as Amy started to grow up they spend less time together. Amy was more focused on her friends rather than uncle. Brian wanted to understand why teenagers are always getting so distant from their family so he went to the Spells’ R Us to seek help. The lady offered him some strange looking potion. She told him it will definitely help him so Brian bought it. At the evening, before going to bed Brian drank it.
“What were you?”
“I… I was a man. I was a former special forces bodyguard trained in seven different martial arts.”
“What are you now?”
“I’m… I’m a part time model and a… full time slave.”
“A slave to who?”
“A slave… to YOU, master!”
“Hurry up and make the Master cum, Tom! If you don’t make him cum soon he’ll make my tits tits even bigger than yours and make ME titty-fuck him!”
“Oh, I know, daddy, I’m trying!”
“Really?… ‘Daddy?’ You haven’t called me that since you were a little boy…”
“I was a little BOY? But… I’m a girl, mommy…”
“God, what is going on?! These people are all acting hypnotized or something. I’M acting hypnotized! I keep posing for these damn photographers who are all just acting like this is all normal. I’m a fat, 42-year-old contractor with a wife and three kids! Or… I WAS until that creepy, black suited bastard just walked right into my house while me and my family were eating dinner. He just smiled at me and snapped his fingers and I’ve been like this ever since. Oh God… what did that sick fuck do with my family? If I ever see that monster again, I will fuck him up! …Yeah, I’ll fuck him real good…”
“Dammit, what the hell did you do to me you sick fuck?! Look man… I said I was sorry that I slapped you girl’s ass, alright! I’m a DICK, okay? Now can I have my dick back?”
“No, no, Mr. Fogg… but will you settle for borrowing mine?”
“What?! What they hell are you talkin’ about, you homo son of a-“
*Dark Master snaps his fingers* “Ooooh! Don’t make me wait anymore you sexy son of a bitch! Ram this juicy booty with your big cock!”
He had collected a cop from each of the five closest cities. He had transformed the male cops, adding them to his harem. He appointed the buxom, naked ladies as guards for his compound, not that he really needed guards. The Master simply liked to show off his work.
“Okay, Clark, that pink kryptonite did a number on you, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t still be a hero! Now you’ve got to go stop Metallo, pick up some ice cream get back in time for The Bachelor.”
“Alright, you sexy bastard, you gonna turn me back into a badass biker and turn me straight again?”
“Now why would I do that, Bloodbath?”
“What?! But… but I let everyone in my biker gang gangbang me while you watched! Doesn’t that make up for trying to pick a fight with you?!”
“Yeah, maybe… but I think you’d make an excellent addition to this strip club, Funbags.”
“No… please…”
*snaps fingers*
“AND COMING TO THE STAGE… FUNBAGS!”
“Well, looks like you’re up. Oh, and make it good. I can sense that after that gangbang, you’re gonna have a little biker mouth to feed! Good luck figuring out who the father is…”