Karla and I had been very close many years ago. I was wondering one day how she was doing. I guess I must have thought about it enough that a little wish fairy thought I was wanting to be her. All I heard was “Wish Granted” and I’m sitting here on a chaise lounge with a cowboy hat on , a pair of daisy dukes and a brown tank top with a bra that is pushing my tits up. “Wow, this feels really different” was all I could say….