Madison was a content youth.  She had her friends, her family, and spent her time doing the things she enjoyed.  As a full-time student, she worked hard and kept busy, but always found time for a dinner at home and late nights out with the girls. 
One evening, Madison was headed out with a few of her girlfriends to a local punk bar that had just opened up.  It was supposed to be a place where people of all different musical tastes could go and it paid homage to local bands from the area.  She thought it sounded like fun, so she took her two friends, Stephanie and Allie, in her ZX5 downtown to check it out.
The venue was a hoppin’ place.  There were kids from school, friends who had graduated from her high school, and people who were willing to have a good time.  Madison was excited and she went to the bar and ordered drinks for her friends: two mojitos and a Corona.  She had the Corona.
Madison was a content and fun-loving girl.  Anyone could tell that from looking at her.  But she wasn’t particularly attractive.  Nor was she unattractive.  She had a touch of a lanky look to her.  Her hair was brown and straight and her face was average, despite the smiles.  She wore t-shirts and jeans most of the time because she didn’t have any figure to show off.  She was skinny, but so were her legs and butt.  Her breasts were of the same theme filling only a B cup.  Occasionally she’d get a few looks, but not usually because people were interested.  She was regarded as a tomboy most of the time she went out.
A few hours went by as the video jukebox played some hits from the past couple of years and Stephanie and Allie had a good time sitting next to the jukebox request machine trying to get guys to buy them a listen to some of their favorite songs.  They were occasionally successful.
Madison stepped aside while her friends were being teases to get some fresh air from the smoky indoor room.  She walked out the back of the building past the restrooms where there was a porch-like stoop.  She sat there for a moment while playing with her phone.  The door opened again and a young man stepped out.
“Nice evenin’,” he said.
“Sure is” Madison responded.
“It’s nice to get away from the music smoke for a few minutes” he replied, trying to start a conversation.
“Yeap” she replied while playing with her phone in a poorly concealed attempt to end the conversation.
The young man turned around as if to go back inside.  But suddenly he grabbed Madison and put is hand over her mouth as he shoved her up against the wall.  She panicked and thought the worst.  Her brow scrunched in and she tried to scream but his big hand kept her quiet.
“You’re going to do me a favor, sweetie,” he said from behind.  Just then, he pulled out what looked like a syringe.
“Mmmmmm…” Madison tried to yell through the big hands of the man.  She started to cry a bit and saw that the syringe was filled with a bright orange substance.  The man pulled down her low riding, faded jeans from behind as she struggled to get free.
She felt the prick of the needle on her thin, right butt cheek followed by the cool sensation of the injection.  But there was a warm sensation, too.  It was like Icy-Hot was inside her and the feeling dissipated from inside her butt.
“Nnnmmm,” she yelled in an attempt to say “no” as she realized that whatever went into her system was going to be really hard to get out.  She thought it was going to be some type of drug or date rape substance.
“I found this serum and you’re the lucky person who gets to try it out,” he said into her ear quietly as he continued to strictly hold her up against the brick wall.  “It comes from a place where the laws of reality need not be followed.  From now on, whatever someone wishes you to do or to become, you will do or become exactly that.  This also applies to your clothes.  Be careful what others wish upon you.  Good night, sweetie.”
He relinquished his hold on Madison and finally took all the weight of his body off of her and scurried back into the bar before she could even see him or ask him any questions.  She was confused and still crying.
She ran back into the restroom and cleaned up like nothing happened.  Nobody liked a girl who look liked she had cried.  And since she was sort of a tomboy, people would know something was wrong.  She’d see the doctor in the morning.  She was going to see her friends but first stood in the mirror and looked at herself.  Nothing new, nothing changed.
“I wish I was an inch taller,” she said.
Nothing happened.
“Hmmm…apparently doesn’t work on me,” she thought in comfort.

	“Where’ve you been?” Stephanie asked as Madison came up to her friends at the video jukebox.  As she walked up, the guy Allie was talking to walked away.
	“I ran outside for some fresh air,” Madison responded.
	“Why doesn’t that guy like us?” Allie asked.  “Ugh, Madison, why’d you scare him away.  He was cute!  Sometimes I wish you took initiative with guys like we do.”
	Deep inside Madison, she felt something different.  Something was changing.  She starting walking past her friends and went up to the bar and started talking with the most attractive guy she could find.
	“Hey, I’m Sean.”
	“I’m Madison”
	“Oh yeah, like the city…or the president.  That’s a really unique name”
	“Yeah sorta…”
	Their conversation went on when finally it came to closing time.  Sean offered to drive Madison home and she accepted.  She had been drinking for a while and was pretty buzzed, but Sean had stopped so he could drive home.  She gave her keys to Stephanie and Allie and they wished her luck as they sped off.
	In the car ride home, Sean and Madison continued to talk, despite Madison’s inebriation.  Topics ranged from musical taste to food and family.
	“So, do you have any hidden talents?”
	“Wellll…” Madison said drunkenly, “I’ve been told I can change into anything people wishhhh, but thhhhhat’s just what they say.”
	“Haha…oh yeah?  Well, hmmm…How about: I wish you had ash blonde hair.”
	Suddenly, Madison’s roots starting changing and her hair slowly changed from dark brown to a light-ish ash blonde.
	“Whoa…what the hell?” Sean yelled.
	“Haha…” Madison laughed.  “See?  I tolldddd you.  Now ccchange me back, silly.”
	“I wish you were more drunk than you are now,” Sean replied.
	“Whaaaa…waaait, waaaiiiiiitttt….” Madison yelled as she felt the car start spinning as more alcohol started to suddenly be absorbed by her liver.
	“I wish you had a deeper, more sultry voice.”
	“Ugggghhhh….” Cried Madison, as she felt her vocal cords change and elongate.  Her voice changed as she moaned and soon had a deep, husky, sexy voice pouring out of her mouth.
	She couldn’t talk because she couldn’t handle all the alcohol that somehow got inside her.  She was aware but totally incapacitated.
	“Wait till I get you home” Sean said with smugness.

Sean carried Madison up the stairs to his apartment.  It was a nice place and well kept.  He opened the door and set his new prize down on his bed.
“I wish you would sober up,” he demanded.
Madison awoke from her sleep-like, alcohol-induced state.
“Whoa…wait, where am I?”
“You’re in my place.  And that means, my rules.”
“No, please don’t do this.  You’re going to regret this!”
	“I wish…”
“Noo!”
“…you were a lot more tan and not so pale white”
“Mmmmmmm…” she moaned in her rich, over-sexualized voice.
A warm sensation came over Madison as her pale-ish, punk rocker skin started to turn darker.  And darker.  Her skinny legs up to her face took on a cocoa-sheen tan.  And the sensations that accompanied it felt great.
“I look like a slut,” Madison said deeply after surveying the “damage.”
“Oh no, not yet.  I wish you can’t leave the bed.” 
Madison was going nowhere.
“I wish you were three inches shorter.”
	“Ugghhh, ugghhhhhhhmmmmmm…”
	Madison’s 5’6” stature decreased down to 5’3”.
“This is retarded,” she said in her deep, sexy, husky voice.  “You’re not supposed to take advantage of this.  Just be impressed that it happens and move on!  I thought you’d be someone more than this.”
“I wish you had bigger eyes.  Bigger blue eyes!”
“Ack!” she yelled.  A tingling sensation took over her eyes.  Her sight didn’t change but she knew her eyes were wider and bigger.  And piercing blue.
“I wish you had a prettier face.”
“Fuck you!” she said.  And then she felt the slightly euphoric sensation change her face.  Her cheekbones rose and her neck and jaw became defined.  Her eyes grew huge eyelashes that got longer as they went along her eyelid.
“Stop this!”
	“I wish you had large, sultry, sensuous lips.”
The sensation began and her lips puffed out and grew large, big, bee-stung, and sultry.  They actually felt great, but Madison wasn’t about to admit that aloud.  Her new, smooth lips were red, soft and had a constant pout.  She feared what he might have her do with them.
“Now Madison.  I’m going to have fun with your body.  I love all women but I haven’t found one who fits my physical preference.  So we’re going to mold you into that preference.”
“What is that going to make me look like…”
“I wish…you had a large, smooth, bubblegum ass and sexy, shapely thighs.”
Madison grabbed the comforter of the bed and the mildly euphoric pleasure suddenly became too euphoric to handle.  Her head flew back and she arched her back.  Her ass began to grow and her jeans instantly filled out and became skintight.
“Ohhhhhhh….ohhhhh my Gooood…..MMmmmmmm…” Madison yelled.  Her ass grew further and shapelier.  Each pocket on her jeans was skin tight and begged to be grabbed.  Her thighs expanded and filled up her pant legs testing the stitching.  She rapidly had put into form the most perfect sexy ass and legs.
Sean grabbed her thigh and ass.  Her shapely definition felt amazing in his hand.  Then he had an idea.
“I wish you were more sexually sensitive.”
“God damnit!  Uggghhhh……..ugh!” Madison moaned in her deep voice as she was instantly turned on.  Sean’s grabbing suddenly felt amazing.
“I wish you had wider hips to accompany your spectacular round ass…and a thin waist.”
Madison’s hips were overcome with sensation and suddenly flaired out.  Her pants stretched as her hip bones pushed forward.  The stitching could be heard ripping since the only slack in her pants was overtaken with her deliciously round ass.  Her waist remained thin and tightened in a little bit.
“Please don’t do this next change…” Madison pleaded.
“Oh, I saved the best for last Madison.  You’re going to be one curvaceous vixen.  I wish you had enormous breasts!”
“Nooooooouuuuuuuugghhhh, oh God! Oh God!” Madison yelled as her instinct instantly arched her back on the bed.  Her white shirt started pushing forward and she could instantly feel the pressure of her shirt.  She had C cups and there was no stopping.  Her tan nipples poked through the white shirt and her collar was pulled down from her neck revealing tan, deep cleavage.
“Whyyyyyyyy….ugghhhhhhh…ugh! Ugh! Ugh!  Fuck!  Ohhhhhh…”
From her shoulder to the end of her breast, her shirt was taught and there was a ripping sound as her breasts filled up to a double D cup.  Madison felt the unanticipated weight of her new breasts as they ripped her shirt halfway down the middle.  Her breasts filled out to double E cups.  From the underneath of her arms to the front of her ripped shirt, her breasts filled with firm, ample, tan breast flesh.
“Wow!  I love this!!  Can I change your clothes?  I wish you had on a leopard print bikini!”
And Madison stood there in a leopard print bikini.  Her ash blond hair was down to her lower back.  Her lower big, sensual lip quivered as she stood there with big blue eyes.  Her body was an hourglass with humungous breasts, thin waist, a shapely, large ass, and a sultry, husky voice to moan with.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Get under the covers” Sean said.
	Madison didn’t do anything.
	“I wish you’d get under the covers,” Sean said.
	And Madison was under the covers.
	The door opened and it was the man from the front desk.
	“Hi sir.  We’ve gotten a few complaints about noise so I’m going to have to ask you to keep it down.”
	“Yeah, no problem,” Sean said.
	While this occurred, Madison mouthed to the front desk man “h-e-l-p.”
	Acting calm but taking into account the beauty of the Madison, he suddenly asked Sean if he’d come downstairs and sign some paperwork saying he acknowledged his noise ordinance warning.  Sean looked at Madison and agreed.  Shortly after he left, the front deskman came back in the room.
	“He’s downstairs signing papers.  What do you need help with?  Why haven’t you left?”
	“Oh thank goodness you came back,” Madison said.  “I have a complex where I can’t do anything unless wished.  I can’t leave until someone wishes for me to leave.  Can you please say that aloud?”
	“Ummmm…sure….I wish you would be able to leave.”
	Madison jumped off the bed and threw her hands in the air.
	“Oh, thank you!  How can I thank you!”
	“I wish you’d give me a kiss,” he said nervously, “haha…”
	So Madison, despite her wanting to walk out of the apartment, kissed him.  Realizing the connection with “wishing,” the front desk employee realized he had some power.
	“I’d wish you’d wait for me downstairs next to my Mustang in the passenger’s seat.  It’s unlocked.”
	And with a pissed off and surprised face, Madison, in her leopard print bikini, walked downstairs and got into his Mustang.
	Ten minutes later, he jumped in the car.
	“I’m Nick, by the way.”
	“I’m Madison.”
	“Wow, what a sexy name.  You have a pretty advantageous complex.  I wish you’d tell me about it.”
	“I have been altered so that anyone who wishes a change in my appearance or actions gets their wish.”
	“Pff…wow.  Well, that kind of stinks for you.  I’m glad I helped you out, but I can see why my tenant liked you.  I’m definitely keeping you for myself.  But we can’t stay here.  Let’s go back to my place.”

	Once at Steve’s place, Madison jokingly thought to herself: “At least he lives in a townhouse and not an apartment.  I’m moving up in the world.”
	“I wish you would get out of the Mustang and go up with me to my room and wait for me on my bed.”
	Like a robot, Madison walked up the stairs with Nick and waited on him unusually large bed.
	“I wish you’d answer my questions.  Is this your original form or have you been changed?”
	“I’ve been drastically changed,” Madison articulated with her luscious, over-stuffed lips and sultry voice.
	“Well, I’m going to change you a bit myself.  I have my different tastes in women.  I wish you had red hair.”
	“Ughhhhhh…..yesssss….” Madison accidentally yelled.  With the heightened pleasure Sean gave her, changing hair was like an Herbal Essence commercial.  Her hair became fire engine red and slightly curly.
	“Oh, no, I’m afraid I don’t like that.  I’m changing my mind.  My bad.  I wish you were platinum blonde.”
	“Ugh! Mmmmmmmmm….” Madison moaned.  “You’re making me into a whore, you slut!”
	Her hair became incredibly straight with an almost white-blonde finish.  She had large bangs and her hair went straight all the way down to her lower back.
	“Not too shabby.  I like what I’m seeing.  But this dark tan doesn’t work with you.  I wish you were very white and a lot more pale.”
Madison felt her skin change shade as she lost her cocoa sheen.  Her legs, her contoured ass, her luscious, large breasts, and her face all became much whiter.
“Don’t judge me for what I’m about to do next.  Oh, wait a second.  Hahaha…I wish you wouldn’t judge me for what I’m about to do next.  I wish you spoke with an British accent.”
	“Whhhaaa…..ugggghhhhh….” Madison moaned.  “Ooooohhhh….owe mah~!” 
	She couldn’t believe what she sounded like.  She wasn’t even British at all!
	“Whaht? I’m noht suppoused to tahlk like this!  I’m noht even British!”
	“Well, you are now.  I made you British, babe,” said Nick.  “And Welsh, too.  I like those girls from the British Isles. Oh!  I forgot a couple things.  I wish you had glasses!”
	A pair of round spectacles shot onto Madison’s face.  They had a thin, dark frame and were slightly bluish in tint.  They complimented her high, rosy cheeks and her big, wide eyes.  Her face now reeked of intelligence and pretentiousness.  It wasn’t a look she liked.
	“…That you wore just white, silk, lingerie…”
	Victoria’s Secret soon adorned Madison’s altered body.  Her breasts were squeezed together by the slightly-too-small bra even though the sides of her firm, round breasts extended farther from side to side than her body.  Her beautiful, large ass perked up with a tight thong that accentuated her altered, wide hips.
	“…And that you were fierce in the bedroom!”
	Madison suddenly became energetic and youthful, despite how late she’d been up.  But this fierceness gave her an idea…
	Without receiving a command, Madison jumped on her back in the bed and looked at Steve and cooed.  He relinquished all of his clothes and quickly jumped in after her.  He put his hand around her lower waist and his other on her enormous breast.  The sensation made Madison shutter with pleasure and not want to do what she had to.  But knowing that he never wished her to stay in bed or not to leave, she could do whatever she liked.  She just had to render him unable to wish anything on her as she was walking out the door.
	With Steve on top of her, she arched her back and started to moan in her over-sexualized voice.  It was easy, since his hand her breast turned her on.  But she quickly picked him up and threw him into the wall above her head. A loud pound shuttered when she hit his head and her fierceness in bed allowed her to pick his entire body up.
	Steve came down unconscious.  And with no wishes to bind her to his apartment, Madison got up to leave.  She ran to his closet to see if she could get any clothes.  She found a button-up shirt and a pair of pants that were a bit tight for her large, beautiful ass.  But it looked almost normal, so she ran out the door, platinum blonde hair and all, so he wouldn’t wake up to find her.
	She ran down to the rather busy street corner and pulled off her glasses.  To her dismay, she couldn’t see well without her specs.  “Great,” she thought, “Nearsightedness is sexy…”


It was almost two in the morning and Madison had experienced more than enough for that night.  She was confused, without money, and lost in an over-sexualized body that was only minutes old.  And the British accent didn’t help.  So what could a model-looking girl do?  Madison quickly walked along the side of the road thinking to her self.
She knew of a suburban park about half a mile away and thought it’d be somewhere where she could stay the evening without getting harassed or, as her luck would have it, taken advantage of by someone.
A few minutes later, she walked into the park.  There was the jungle gym.  The open field.  It was very quiet but bright underneath the moonlight.  She looked at all of the “city beautification” around the park, made up with trees, bushes, and shrubbery.  She searched among all of the bushes and found a place that was out of the wind.  Tomorrow would be a new day.  She curled up in the fetal position, and knew that for this one night, she’d be okay.

	The morning woke her up with a bright sunlight right to her eyes.  Without a watch, Madison didn’t know what time it was.  She found her glasses (which she put in her shirt pocket) and put them on to get out of her blurry morning daze.
	“Crap,” she thought to herself, as she realized she was already a bit sunburned.  Her white skin didn’t help in the outdoors.  She was designed to be sexy and kept indoors.
	“I wish I wah-sn’t sow suhnburned,” she said aloud.  Nothing happened.  “Well, at least it was who-rth a try,” she said in her Merry Popins-like voice.
	She got up to figure out where to go and what to do to get out of her ridiculous situation.  She was hungry and felt like she needed a shower.  But she was essentially homeless without any identification or money.
	Madison walked away from the neighborhood park trying to put a game plan together.  She knew it was Saturday, so people would be out having fun.  Barbeques?  The beach?  Maybe she could pretend to be homeless and get food?  Her clothes didn’t look that bad for sleeping in the park but she did have an immaculate face, overstuffed pouty lips, and ridiculously curvy proportions.  She figured she’d go to the local middle school where there were kids’ soccer games going on.  There might be food there and people were distracted.  She started on her way.

	The field at the middle school was bustling with people.  There were four games happening on four large fields with friends and families all over the place.  Parents were closely watching the games and dads were getting angry with referees for making legitimate calls against their respective sons’ teams.  It was a great place to blend in, given the people and the commotion.
	The snack booth there had some sorts of food but Madison had no money.  Unfortunately there was an older woman working the counter, so she couldn’t use her luscious lips or high cheekbones to get anywhere.
	Then she noticed a group of kids playing under the benches.  They were seated in a circle and snacking on a Costco-sized bag of Cheezits.
	“Well, I should eat all of the carbs I can get my hands on, it’s not like my figure is going to change,” Madison thought to herself.  So she mustered up an adult-like, sweet voice to join the children.
	“Whaht ahre you childrhen plah-ying?” she asked in a very motherly tone.  It turned out that the kids were playing truth or dare.  It wasn’t that heavy of a game, given that its participants were somewhere in the ages of ten to twelve.  After being explained to the game, Madison expressed interest to play and she sat down Indian-style in their circle.  Within a few minutes, the children passed her the Cheezits box and Madison was able to finally eat.  She tried to disguise her hunger, but that wasn’t too difficult among young children eating snack food.
	The game wasn’t too hard to play.  Usually Madison picked truth and gave the kids some variation of the truth.  It wasn’t too hard to make anything she said sound believable to as young of an audience as she had.  She appreciated the simplicity of the game, the innocence of the children, and the nostalgia she felt for her young days of childhood.
	“Okay, truth….what was the last time you gave someone the middle finger?!” asked one of the children who Madison had come to know as Cameron.  It was the show of innocence to Madison, who was happy to set her troubles aside to enjoy the simple things.
	Time passed while soccer games went on.  It was about an hour later and the Cheezits were almost gone.  Cameron asked “Truth or Dare?” to one of the young girls named McKensie.  She selected truth and was asked what she didn’t like and would change about her new friend Madison.  In an attempt to be selfless, she answered: “I wish Madison was our age so that we could all have fun and go to school together.”
	“Not good!” thought Madison in a panic!
	Without warning, the world suddenly became bigger as ages melted off of Madison.  Her arms and legs became thin and her curves disappeared as she youthened into a very thin child.  Her curvaceous ass pulled in and her oversized breasts disappeared.  Her height dropped and her defining characteristics were lost.  The clothes she wore tightened and resized themselves on her child-like body.  
	“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…” escaped Madison’s pouty lips as she could feel her once husky, moaning voice shrink along with her vocal cords into a high child-like voice.
	“Fuck!” Madison thought.  “I’m worse off than I was before!!”
	“Whoaaa….” Said Cameron in astonishment.  McKensie just sat their quietly.  She was suddenly afraid of Madison, like she was another creature or something.
	“Wha…..what happened?  Are, are you okay Madison?” Cameron stuttered just as Madison realized that her change was complete.
	“Uhhhh…nooo, I dunno what happened,” Madison feigned in her high voice.  Her consciousness was not child-like, but she was trapped in a young girl’s body.  She had to play the situation to her advantage.  What did she need?  What form did she want to be in?
	“Maybe we should try that again?” Madison tried to lead the conversation despite being a child.  “Try wishing that I was older?” she said hopingly.
	“I wish you had a thousand dollars!” said Cameron, trying think of ways to benefit himself.  Apparently, to a young child, a thousand dollars was a lot.
	Madison’s pockets were, in an instant, full of money.  Her almost-teenage short pockets were stuffed with hundred dollar bills.
	“Alright, maybe we’re onto something,” Madison thought.
	“This is MY money.  I’ll let you have some if you wish that I had TEN thousand dollars,” Madison proclaimed in a highly child-like manner.
	Cameron looked at her with a sly eye.
	“I wish you ten thousand dollars,” Cameron said.
	Madison was suddenly empowered.  Her pockets filled with money and her shorts were weighed down with thousands of dollars.
	This would good.  But it didn’t help her physical appearance.  At least as a sexified and transformed model, she could get around in society.  A child didn’t quite have the same social status.
	“I wish you were older and were very pretty,” a formerly confused McKensie suddenly blurted out, as though trying to make peace with a suddenly young and strange Madison.
	Madison’s eye’s lit up.  Suddenly she regained height and rose back to 5’3’’.  At the same time her face matured.  Her pouty lips returned to their overstuffed, bee-stung appearance.  Her eyes were once again blue, very large, and adorned with long eyelashes.  Her cheekbones rose up and her super blond hair returned to its prior length.
	“Ohhhhhhhh……” Madison moaned as her legs lengthened and her ass gained volume; bigger and bigger, shapelier and shapelier.  She couldn’t help it but she had to lean over slightly to feel comfortable and maintain balance as her round and firm ass stuck out against the taut fabric of her shorts.  Her waist practically stayed the same.
	“Errrmmm….not…again…” Madison tried to say aloud.  Her hands flew to her hips as they started to expand and strech.  Her jean shorts could be heard creaking and getting ready to rip as her hips widened.  They couldn’t keep up with her changing body like the rest.
	“Arrggghhhhhhaaaaaaaaaa……..mmmmmMMMMM,” Madison wailed.  Her back arched.  Her knees buckled.  She couldn’t help it.  The wish was once again changing her into the form she found insulting.  Her shirt became taught and her breasts pushed against the fabric as she held her stomach and was bent on her knees.  Masses of breast flesh pushed at the seams as her button-down shirt strained to keep together.  Her breasts grew larger as they thrust forward toward E cups.  Her top button popped off.  Then her second top button popped off.  Her cleavage poured forward and railed against the fabric of the shirt.  Her breasts were enormous.
	She fell forward on her two hands and looked at the ground in doggy-style position.  The transformation turned her on and exhausted her.  Changing into a fantasy girl was tiring.  The problem was that she still looked like Steve’s bimbo.
	“Children!” a parent shouted.  “Children!  Come along, we have to get going!”
	Madison was slightly happy.  She didn’t have to deal with the risk of the children changing her into something ridiculous and child-like.  She was also sad because that innocence that could help her would be gone.  She had money, which meant she had a bit more power.  But she was still a platinum blonde, British-speaking girl with ridiculous proportions and now, because of her changes, had on tight revealing clothes again.  It was a vicious cycle.
	The children scurried to find their parents and attain refuge from the weirdness they experienced.  Cameron didn’t demand any money.  He just took off.  McKensie ran up to Madison.
	“What can I wish for you?  You need help.  But I have to go,” she said.
	“Can you wish I always have money, matching identification, and have control over my body?” Madison pleaded.
	“I wish you always have money, matching identification, and have control over your body.” McKensie recited.  She then said goodbye and scuttled off to find her parents and sibling soccer players.
	Madison was aghast.  Did the wishes work?  She reached into her pocket and found her cash from before.  She found a driver’s license and passport.  It had her real name printed on it but it said she was from Britain on a travel visa.  She looked at the license.  It had her 5’3’’ height and her rich blue eye color.  It all matched.
	She had to check the last wish.
	“I wish I haad brun-ette haih-r,” Madison said quietly to herself.
	Her eyes rolled back slightly in stimulation.  Her hair darkened from its straight platinum look as it took on a glossy brown.  It had actually changed!  
	“Oh Gawd.   Oh my gawd.  I love this!  I wish I haad sliah-ghtly taanned skin” she said cautiously.
	Still on her knees, Madison placed her hands on the tops of her calves.  She tried to subdue her moaning as an effect of the change.
	“Mmmmmmmmmm…” she moaned cooingly.  Her legs tanned.  The slightly darker hue ran up her body and gave her a slightly tanned look over her arms and her still huge-breasts.  She finally didn’t look so out of place and out of culture.
	“I wish ah spoe-ke with ahn Ah-merican accent,” she squeaked after her sensations that came with getting a little color to her previously white skin.
	“Test?  Hello?  Am I okay to speak now?” she asked herself with a huge smile she just couldn’t get rid of.
	“I wish I had smaller breasts,” she said as almost a question.
	Her taught shirt against her enormous breasts was quite a sight.  But slowly, they seemed to deflate.  Her shirt remained taught against her nipples, but her breasts were reined in by her wish and soon stood out in front of her as fit, but tiny B cups.  
	“I need to get out of here to somewhere safe,” she thought.  She got up off of her knees and needed to head to somewhere where she could be by herself.  She walked across the field with all of the other people who had just finished watching the series of soccer games at the field and headed towards the parking lot where she could disappear into the neighborhood.
	She crossed paths with a few parents who looked at her weirdly; like she was some sort of porn-star who came to a ritual only enjoyed by suburban yuppies.  And that was not unfounded, as Madison still did look like a drop-dead, vixen.  A modern day Barbie doll, complete with the big eyes and smile.  As she walked, her ass swayed left to right and she couldn’t hide her huge pouty lips.  Madison looked like she was walking down the runway at a fashion show.  As she walked Madison felt a little empowered at her ability to intimidate others with her beauty and her body.
	Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an older teenager, maybe even a college kid, following her.  She started to pick up the pace to lose anyone who wasn’t as innocent as the truth-or-dare children.  As she did, she noticed the slightly gangly, brown-haired youth following her pretty closely.  She started to panic.  She darted in and out of a few people as the crowd still dispersed after the several soccer games.  But he still followed closely behind her.  Where was Madison to go?  Where could she hide?  Did this young teen know something about her?  Was he the original culprit in disguise?
	She walked into the parking lot and hid behind an SUV, one of the many there, hoping the teenager would pass.  She crouched a little, as not to be seen through the tinted windows.
	“I wish you had to hold my hand and never let go,” Madison heard.
	Suddenly, her hand had a life of its own!  It sought out another hand.  Her hand led her ambiguously and pulled around the corner of the SUV.
	The teenager sat there with a meek smile on his face, mere feet from where she was hiding.  Her hand forcibly met his and squeezed tight.
	“I wish you did not have the powers to change or will yourself,” he said calmly.  “I saw you behind the bleachers.  I was sitting above you and saw you below.  Don’t worry, I don’t want to harm or take advantage of you.”
	Madison felt slightly relieved that the young man was comforting, but why would he force her to hold his hand and take away her freedom?  She was afraid something was going to go wrong yet again, mere minutes after her proverbial chains had been broken.
	“Where are we going?  Why don’t you just let me go?”  Madison asked.
	“I’m afraid someone else saw you with all that moaning.  I was a bit loud…And a bit sexy.  I knew some of the other kids in the bleachers and was afraid what they’d do to you.  I’m Daniel by the way.”
	“I’m Madison.  I guess I could thank you for the pre-emptive save.”
	“Lemme take you back to my place so you can hang low for a while; make sure some of the neighborhood kids are gone.  Maybe I can help you out,” he said matter-of-factly.
	“You don’t have to ask for permission,” Madison said with a little bit of attitude.  She was starting to fit her subservient role.
	The two made small talk as they walked back home, hand-in-hand.

	Daniel’s house was empty.  He had told her on the way that his folks were gone on a cruise for a week and that his brother, who played soccer, was at a friend’s sleepover until tomorrow.
	He opened the garage door to a large suburban house.  They walked in together hand-in-hand.  They went inside through the garage door and into the family room.  Madison was getting nervous.  Maybe this kid’s benevolence was merely feigned so that he could have his way with her?
	“I wish you did not have to hold my hand,” he said firmly.
	Madison’s grip loosened and she took her petite, tan hand back to herself.
	“Alright, well thank you for helping me out, I guess,” she said.  “I really don’t know where to go next.  Have you any thoughts about who can help my situation?  Can you wish me back my ability to change myself?  I wasn’t done when you found me.”
	“I’m afraid not.  I can offer you advice or give you some supplies, though.  I will happily give you your power back when you leave,” he offered.  “Can I get you something to drink?”
	“Sure,” Madison said.  “Can I have a glass of water?”
	Daniel went over to the kitchen and got her a glass of water.
	Madison and Daniel talked a little bit about why they were both there at the soccer field.  She was still a bit unsure of him, but she seemed to know he could get her powers back through him.  Several minutes went by.

“But while the others who heard you are still in the neighborhood, I really do have to see the limits of your conditions.  You are a dream come true, you do realize?” he said, in an surprisingly calm tone.
	Madison’s heart sunk.  
“What?” she said alarmed.  “No, no…please, no.”  
She started backing towards the door.
“It’s really not something to be messed around with.  The last people all ended up in trouble or unconscious,” she explained.  “It’ll get both of us in trouble.”
“I wish you had to stay right here in the living room,” he said determinedly.
Madison’s feet suddenly felt planted to the ground.
“No!  Stop being ridiculous!” Madison yelled.  “I REAALLY don’t need this right now! Please?!”
“Fuck! Here was go again,” she thought to herself.
“I thought you were helping me out!  What happened to that?” she yelled.
Daniel looked back a little startled.
“Hey, I never said I would keep you or do you harm.  And I definitely want to help you out.  But I want a reward for being the Good Samaritan here.”
“Oh, Jesus,” Madison said sarcastically.
Daniel ran to the garage for a few seconds and returned with rope.
	“What…?  Are you kidding me?” Madison yelled.  “You can keep me in place with your wishes.  Please don’t humiliate me.”
“I like what I like,” Daniel said matter-of-factly.
Madison’s limbs were soon tied up.  She still stood upright but her hands were above her head tied by a rope to the ceiling and her ankles were bound by rope to the floor.  She was a vertical prisoner.
“I find you to be very beautiful, but I’d like to see you as my perfect girl.  Who doesn’t, right?”
“Please don’t insult me.  Wish me down.  I don’t deserve this!  I put trust in you!” Madison pleaded.  “I should at least get a reward for trying to trust a male teenager.”
“I wish you had a very, very dark tan,” Daniel said calmly.
“Hmmmmmmm….” Madison moaned.  Her body was already sort of tan from before.  But with a simple wish, her skin took on a very, very dark hue.  Her legs, hips, breasts, shoulders, and face took on a deep sun-induced, polished-looking tan.  It looked like she had body oil permanently rubbed all over her richly tanned body.  She writhed in anticipation of the next change.
“Oh my God.  I’d say déjà vu, but this is worse than before!” Madison exclaimed.
“I wish…you were Brazilian!” Daniel said excitedly.
 “What the fuuuuu..hmmmmmmm,” Madison tried to yell as her eyes popped open with stimulation.  She couldn’t help herself.  Her body succumbed to the wish and transformed right in front of Daniel’s eyes.
Her eye pupils dilated slightly as her mouth lay open in stimulation and her eyes changed from piercing blue to a full green hazel. Her eyelashes lengthened into full sweeping lashes.  
“Oooohhhhhhhh…..” Madison moaned as she couldn’t help but lean forward in transformation-induced stimulation.  Her previously overstuffed, bee-stung lips around her open mouth plumped even further and curled up against her tan skin to make an unbeatable pout.  Her lips were becoming pornstar lips.
Her ears tapered back and her hair turned into a deep, dark, silky brown.  It spilled forward and curled slightly at the end as the tips of her hair touched and kissed her tan skin, right where her cleavage began.
“Oooohhhhhhhh…..God…damnit!” Madison moaned and yelled as she started to feel a sensual stimulation in her breasts.
Her knees gave out and the lower part of her back arched in stimulation.
“Aaaaaggggghhhhhhh….” Madison moaned from her pouty, overstuffed lips.
Her breasts started to spill forward against her tight button-down shirt.  Her dark cleavage began to expand as her breasts steadily enlarged.  Her shirt pulled tight and creaked and stood in dark contrast to her tan cleavage.  A stretching sound could be heard as her breasts passed a C cup and pushed forward against the thin fabric of her shirt.  Her hard nipples could be seen poking through the taught fabric.
“Ugggghhhhhhhh….please!  Ugh! Stoooooogggghhhhhh….” Madison tried to moan.  She was helpless.  Her breasts were enlarging according to Dan’s wish and Madison could do anything except feel stimulated.
Pop!  Her first button popped off and flew across the room and dark, rich, cocoa cleavage poured fourth pushing forward.
“Oooohhh….fuck…me!” yelled a buxom Madison.
Pop!  Her second button ripped and flew off of her shirt exposing more cleavage.  Her breasts were soon railing against her shirt passing D cups.  She was hugely bosomy and top heavy.
“Ugghhhhh….ughhhh…” Madison slowly moaned as her breasts stopped expanding just past an E cup.  Her shirt was ripped open exposing inches of deep, tanned cleavage.
“Jesus Christ,” she exclaimed through her rolled-of-quarters lips.  “That was fucking ridiculous!  I look like a slut!  I can’t even see my feet!  What the fuck is wrong with your fantasies?!”
“That, my dead…was AMAZING” Dan yelled in a manner only a teenager does when he or she discovers something new.
“Untie me and wish me my freedom back you child!” Madison yelled.
“In due time, Madison…In do time.  But, you must not know your Brazilians.  Your change isn’t done yet!”
Just as Dan finished his sentence, Madison felt a tingling in her ass.
“Of course…” she thought, almost as though she was used to the transformation routine.
“You just aren’t creatiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive…” Madison tried to criticize as her ass perked up and began expanding.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh” she yelled as she leaned forward again.
Her ass started gaining volume and stretched against her already tight jean shorts.  A huge, curvaceous, and enlarged ass poured into shape and pushed against the denim.  Rounder and fuller, her ass became a delicious booty.  Madison found herself bent over in stimulation and showing off an incredible, show-stopping, Latin booty.
“Ugh!” she spat out as her bent-over body snapped back up.  Her waist pulled in tightened quickly to a disproportionately small width.
“Arrrrrrgh,” she moaned as her already wide hips pushed against her jean shorts, which had already had ripped in more places than one.  Was this supposed to be a punishment?  She could hear the stretching and creaking of her shorts when she moved.  The term “extreme hourglass” came to mind.
“Oh…my…God,” Dan said in bewilderment.  “I’m fucking hard as a rock.  You, Madison, are a fucking work of art.  God damn!  This is my lucky day!”
Madison just looked down in astonishment with her big-lipped mouth open, unknowingly displaying an overly sexy pose.  Her cleavage was huge and her ass would stop a bullfight.
 “Now, to put some finishing touches on your beauty,” Dan said arrogantly.  “I wish for you to be able to speak Spanish and Portuguese, just like a real Brazilian.”
Madison eyes rolled back for a second and her head lifted back.
	Boom her head snapped back up and her silky hair flew over her shoulders.
	“That didn’t help a bit, asshole,” Madison said in an attempt to be defiant.
	“Como se llama, señorita?” Dan said with his lame Spanish.
	“Se llama Madison, pero me llamas “asutita mujer!” Madison said with wide eyes of surprise on her exotic Brazilian face.
	“That’s what I thought,” Dan said smugly.  “I’ve always had a thing for Brazilians…just like the Victoria Secret catalog girls.  Now you’re better, with enormous breasts, a beautifully full, Latin ass, and a pout that nobody can refuse.”
	“So can you let me go now?” Madison said jerkishly.
	“I wish for your calf muscles to be shorter, so you have to stand on your toes or wear high heels.”
	“Arrrrghhhh,” Madison said as she elevated herself off of the ground.  She couldn’t help herself or do anything.  She stood on her toes.  It was impossible to stand flat on her feet.
	“I wish your lower back muscles were shortened,” Dan calmly stated immediately after.
	“Fuccccckkkkk…….argh!” Madison moaned.  She had been used to arching her back as a result of simulative transformations.  But the small of her back bent as she was forced to stick out her tight, full, curvaceous, Latin ass.
	“You’re turning me into a fantasy you asshole!  Stop!” Madison yelled almost bewilderedly.
	“Good God,” Dan said.  “Look at you.  You’re…perfect!  I’ve always dreamed of someone as gorgeous as you are now.  But that fact that I’ve been able to create my perfect dream girl…it’s amazing!  Heaven, practically!”
	“What about your friends?  Shouldn’t they be gone now?  Can’t you let me turn myself back into the way I was?  I don’t want to be a living Barbie doll…” Madison said.
	“That can be arranged,” Dan threatened.
	Madison shut up.
	“I wish for you to wear a classy but sexy dress…that’s extremely tight…” Dan said.
	Madison’s body was soon strangled in an excessively tight little, black dress.  It was backless and low cut, revealing her enormous breasts and tan cleavage.  It was taught against her incredibly small middle and rode out her ridiculously flared hips and around her deliciously large, Latin ass.  It stopped short, barely classifying itself as classy, revealing Madison’s long, tan, and shapely legs.
	“…with six inch high heels.” Dan finished.
	Madison’s feet didn’t feel much different, having to be forced on her toes.  But she stood there in sky-high heels and a dress that made her look like a high-end escort, with enormous breasts, roller coaster curves, a large, firm, Latin ass, and a sultry, enormous pout from Rio de Janeiro.  She was a goddess of disproportionate size and more of a woman than ever before.
	“I’d fuck you,” Dan said with a smile.