Unsure what to expect, as you make your wish. You watch Nick's back, the strut in his step, wondering if he's going to lose his muscles and popularity, learn a lesson in compassion and empathy.
As you muse, you wish you'd been more specific. Perhaps kinder wishing him to somewhere else. There's a pulse of light where he was walking. As you blink your vision clear, you spot Nick is now Nikki. Or at least a rather curvaceous beauty. Her ass shimmying in the tight shiny latex that makes it so hard to ignore.
In constrast, her top is dazzling neon yellow, barely able to contain her bust. With a toss of her hair, to draw attention to herself, you see her bust bounce in that delightful fashion. Ensuring everyone saw the heft, and firmness of her bust.
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