You have only a short moment to hold onto the stone. You silently make your wish - that every woman fits to a fantasy that men around her have. That would mean a lot more diversity of women in the world.
You smile as the glow fades away immediately after your wish. For a brief moment, you wonder what Amy will turn into - a red-haired milf? Or probably a bimbo?
"Ouch" you say, as Amy claws at your hand, with something hard like a fork. She uses your confusion to grab the stone back. You look at her in utter disbelief. "You're a catgirl!" you blurt out.
"Geez, what gave me away? My ears or my tail?" Amy extends her claws out of her thin long fingers again. "Or my claws?" You look at them and see that they aren't sharp at least. You look at the mark on your hand - four red lines are still showing where she used them, but those are just bruises, not cuts.
She studies the stone, licks at it, sniffs at it. You go it at it again, not wanting such a powerful thing in someone elses position. But Amy hides the thing inside her paws and hisses at you again, revealing pretty impressive canines. "I'm curious about this thing, and you shouldn't take it away!" she hisses in a sultry voice that makes you reconsider.
"I think I know why I'm in this revealing outfit and why everybody at the party has sex." she exclaims. "This is a wishing stone, isn't it?"
You gulp - you can't deny the obvious. Especially not when you see how Amy has changed. She is still a short and stubby redhead, but nearly every inch of her body is covered with soft and short red fur. Well, you notice that her front side is furless, but it's covered with her halter top. You gulp nervously when you see that this halter top holds three sets of tits, with the largest in the place of normal tits, then one set a bit smaller below, and the last set right above her navel. Her crotch is still in the same microskirt that she had when she first approached you.
You can hardly believe your eyes. When you wished for more diversity, you hadn't thought of catgirls. All that is left for you is hope that not every fetish has turned into reality...
You are distracted in your thoughts when the stone gleams with its light once more. It reflects prettily in Amy's green eyes...
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