A brilliant flash of light burst out right in front of me, engulfing my friend sitting next to me. When the light faded, I was stunned at what I was looking at. Ignoring the fact that the bed we were sitting on was now pure white with a pink lace trim, or how Tony's TV and video game consoles were replaced with a vanity and makeup table, the figure in front of my was no longer the overweight nerdy guy he had been a minute ago. No, sitting mere inches from my face was the hottest girl I'd ever seen in person. Silky black hair, boobs that yearned to be free from her meager top, and eyes that said “fuck me”; or at least, they would, if they weren't waterlogged by a sudden burst of tears. “Tony, what's wrong? Isn't this what you wished for?” I asked the girl, who'd used a one-use wishing rock I'd found and given him as a gift. “You think I'd wish to be a walking sex toy like this? Look at these tits!” the girl wailed between sobs, trying and failing to cov...