Chapter One

Inside the luxurious Midwestern college dorm common room, an intense battle was taking place.

“You got no chance, man. Clock is ticking,” a wheezy voice echoed excitedly.

“I’m coming to get ya. You ready, boy?” a deeper baritone taunted back.

“Say goodbye to that cash. 5, 4, 3… ohh shit!” the first voice counted down before cussing in pain.

“Boom! Got ya! And that kill puts me in the lead!” Isaac Owens exclaimed in celebration, teasingly punching his friend in the arm before throwing the game controller in the air.

“Careful, man, those controllers are expensive.” Noah Hutchings responded to his friend, pushing his glasses on his face to ensure they didn’t fall off.

Isaac grinned, “Like you need to worry about that anymore.” The African-American chuckled at his own joke before holding his hand out. “But a bet is a bet. Now pay up.”

“That wasn’t fair; we need a rematch,” the pale-skinned, bespectacled college student complained. “This bitch bit me!” He looked down at the pretty redheaded cheerleader between his legs, taking care of his cock inside her mouth. After it became clear that his friend wouldn’t accept excuses, Noah reached into his pants pocket and handed Isaac a $50 bill.

Isaac happily took the cash and slipped it into his pocket. He stared admiringly at the pretty chocolate-skinned cheerleader currently taking care of his impressive member. “It was your idea.” He responded, “After yesterday’s wish, you couldn’t wait to take these two home.”

Noah watched the pretty cheerleader staring daggers back at him, realizing he should have worded his wish differently. Nonetheless, he groaned as his orgasm approached, suddenly shooting inside the waiting mouth of the kneeling redhead. Once he was finished, he dismissed the cheerleader, along with her friend who had finished servicing Isaac, and they angrily left without a word.

After witnessing a trio of cheerleaders humiliate one of his classmates, Noah saw red. He instantly used his daily wish to enact revenge. In the blink of an eye, reality shifted, and the college cheerleaders were unable to refuse sexual invitations. In hindsight, he should have wished the cheerleader were happy to accept all sexual invites; it’s less morally gray if the girls enjoyed themselves, too, right?

“I’m getting a beer. You want one?” Isaac asked his friend as he rose from the couch. Noah nodded, and the ebony-skinned headed to the refrigerator. “You made your wish for today yet?”

Noah shook his head, pulling his pants up and relaxing on the sofa. “No. The last few weeks have been wild, but I think I’m running out of ideas.” He laughed. If someone had given you the ability to make a wish that would be granted every day, how many people would have run out of ideas after just six weeks?

A little under six weeks ago, on November 1st, Noah received an unexpected email from an unknown sender. He almost sent the email directly to his spam folder, but curiosity got the better of him, and he opened it up.

The email congratulated the bespectacled student on being gifted sole control of The Christmas Wish App. Only one such instance existed, and it would grant him one wish every day until Christmas Day. Once the special day was over, the app would disappear from his cell phone, and all his wishes would become permanent.

Before he had the opportunity to dismiss the email as a weird joke, Noah found an app had automatically begun to install on his phone. Once the installation was complete, there was no option to remove the program. After several attempts to reboot his phone or offload the app through his settings, the blue-eyed college student relented and opened the application.

Before navigating the program, Noah was required to accept a long list of rules. Being a Psychology major, he knew the importance of reading the terms and conditions before accepting them, so he began scanning each line. The app would grant Noah one single wish each day up to and including the 25th of December. He was not allowed to directly wish for money. He was unable to cause death, nor was he allowed to bring anyone back from the dead. He couldn’t force anyone to fall in love with another person and wasn’t allowed to wish for any loopholes to grant him further wishes. Finally, he was unable to use a wish to directly reverse a previous wish.

He quickly accepted and found a basic display with a large text box covering most of the screen. Above the text box, the words’ 1 Daily Wish Remaining…’ were displayed. There was also a settings icon in the lower left corner, but Noah immediately focused on the text box. He figured his roommate, Isaac, had played a practical job on him. Being a Computer Science major, this was definitely within his skill set. Nonetheless, he typed in his first ‘wish’: I wish Isaac and I lived in the best dorm on campus.

He gasped as his surroundings transformed immediately. Where he once stood in the middle of a cramped, moldy two-bed dorm room, he suddenly found himself in a light, airy, spacious living room with large bay windows overlooking the university. The dorm would have been better described as a luxury two-bedroom apartment than a college dorm. He stared at his phone in disbelief, noticing the text at the top of the app now displayed ‘0 Daily Wishes Remaining…’. How was this possible?

Back to the present, Isaac returned to the sofa and handed his buddy a beer before jumping into his seat. Noah turned off the games console and switched on the latest e-sports World Series highlights. He smirked as he watched the female contestants wearing skimpy latex bikinis as they competed against their fully clothed male counterparts, the result of another wish Noah made a couple of weeks ago—a harmless wish, in his opinion.

Noah sipped his beer and turned to his friend, “And what about you? Have you used your wish yet?” He queried.

Isaac gave his nerdy friend a knowing look and smirked, “Perhaps. Perhaps when you meet your girlfriend tomorrow, she’ll find herself happy to do whatever you ask.”

Noah looked at his friend blankly until Isaac pulled out his phone and showed the bespectacled man his latest wish: ‘I wish that women must follow their boyfriend’s orders.’

Noah gasped as he read. He had made some fucked up wishes recently, but that one just felt wrong. “Damn, man, you’re taking that breakup with Lana pretty badly.”

Isaac clenched his fist at the mention of his ex-girlfriend’s name, “That bitch cheated on me with my high school rival!” He exclaimed, clearly angry at the thought of it. Noah held his hands up in surrender, not wanting to upset his friend further. As they watched the TV, Noah remembered how his friend had gained possession of the Christmas Wish App, too.

When Isaac returned from classes the evening of November 1st, Noah was amused to find his friend was totally unaware of the mammoth change to their living situation. He acted as though they had lived in the luxury apartment since they enrolled at the college last year. Digging deeper into the app’s settings, Noah discovered that he could toggle whether the recipient of a wish was aware or unaware of the changes, as well as toggling the awareness of individual people. Everyone other than Noah was set to unaware by default, but everything changed when he changed the settings for Isaac.

Isaac was amazed by the app’s sheer power and frustrated when he attempted to use the program himself but received a message informing him that he didn’t have the correct permissions. The African-American was a computer science genius, far and away at the top of his class and even more knowledgeable than his own professors.

He spent the next two weeks looking into the app’s source code and was amazed to find that it was written in a programming language he had never seen before. It didn’t take him long to work his way around the code, though, and he soon managed to bypass the app’s one-device restriction, altering it to two. He managed to send himself a copy and gasped when he entered his first wish: ‘I wish I could see what my girlfriend, Lana, was doing right now.’

His amazement soon turned to terror when a screen appeared in front of the bow-tied black man. He witnessed his long-distance girlfriend on her hands and knees, being fucked by a familiar face, his arch nemesis Harvey Burns.

The betrayed man shuddered as his friend brought him back to the present. He jovially punched him in the arm as Isaac stared out into space. “You need to get over her, man. Look at all these hotties on campus, ripe for the taking.” He grinned, thinking about his own new girlfriend. “Besides, you’re not the only one dealing with a rival.”

Rival was a strong word. Noah’s class received a new transfer this year. Greg Sullivan was classically good-looking, with his shaggy dark blond surfer hair, perfect jawline, and hip style. All the women in his class swooned over him and stared dreamily in his direction when the professor was droning on. To make matters worse, Greg was intellectually brilliant. Shooting to the top of the class despite missing a year of study. Despite a wish to give Noah straight A’s in every paper he sat, the jealous man struggled to understand most of what was being taught in his lectures.

Greg was unaware that he was in the middle of a rivalry. He barely knew Noah existed at all until they were paired together for the latest assignment. He thought about wishing that Greg had never attended the university, but his genius friend warned him against willing people out of existence. Instead, an idea came to him that Noah believed was even better: ‘I wish that Greg Sullivan woke up tomorrow morning with a tiny 2” micropenis.’ He laughed as he executed the command. He would like to see how confident he was talking to women when he couldn’t satisfy them in bed.

Isaac rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. His friend spent too much time despising this Greg fellow when he had his own beautiful girlfriend to please him. Isaac rose and stretched his arms, “It’s time to call it a night. See you at breakfast tomorrow.” Noah nodded, putting his feet up in Isaac’s vacated spot. The pale-skinned student waved goodbye to his buddy as he relaxed, excited to see the effects of his latest wish in action.

❖

After the screams of lust echoed through the female-only dorm building, Noah started redressing himself. His new blond bombshell girlfriend started putting on her slutty cheerleading outfit. “Gawd, no one has ever fucked me like that. It’s like you have magic powers,” the blond girl remarked.

Noah grinned, knowing the truth was not so different. He slipped on his T-shirt and admired the blond squeeze into her newly designed uniform. Sara Clarke was the queen bee of her high school and started her college life much the same way. As a freshman, she immediately waltzed into the cheerleading team and was announced cheer captain just one year later.

Sara and her Quarterback boyfriend took pleasure in belittling and humiliating Noah and his nerdy friends any chance they got. It was as though they gained their power through the misery of others. Noah put a stop to that as soon as he was gifted the Christmas Wish App. In this new reality, the former football star is busy serving as the team’s out-of-shape waterboy, and the busty cheer captain struggles to keep her breasts contained inside the impractical cheer top.

The cheer squad had spent the past decade redesigning the uniform to encourage comfort and athleticism while dissuading sexual objectification. That was all destroyed in one wish as Sara stood in front of her boyfriend, adorning her cleavage-enhancing pink PVC top and matching panties. Even her pink and white footwear adorned a 2” heel, forcing the women to completely alter their routines. If the outfit wasn’t enough, part of the new rules of being a cheer team member required the cheerleaders to wear the outfit around campus as a way to inspire team spirit.

Noah smacked his gorgeous girlfriend on the ass, and they both headed off to breakfast. Strolling through the campus grounds still felt surreal for the bespectacled psychology student. He was used to keeping his head down and staying out of the way of the jocks and preps, but now he could walk through the courtyard with his dark blond-haired head held high. The macho sportsmen high-fived him as they sauntered past while the women stared at him and smiled with a blush; word of his sexual talents must have gotten around.

With a hand on his blond girlfriend’s barely-covered ass, Noah led her into the cafeteria. He beamed when he noticed his roommate sitting at their usual spot. The sight of his friend wasn’t the cause of his grin; it was the woman sitting next to him. He and Sara headed over to the table and took a seat. “Hey man,” he greeted his roommate before turning his attention to the middle-aged woman dressed like a streetwalker. “Hi, Mrs Newton,” he chuckled, eliciting a giggle from the busty blond.

She didn’t go by Mrs Newton anymore. She was simply Alice, but Noah enjoyed teasing her. Once upon a time, Mrs Newton was a strict, sharp-tongued Computer Philosophy lecturer. She had taken a dislike to Isaac and his know-it-all attitude. The problem was that he was an actual genius, and she disapproved of students believing they knew more than she did. She failed one of Isaac’s papers out of spite, accusing him of plagiarism, which destroyed his perfect score.

Since Isaac copied the Wishing app, Mrs Newton soon lost her job. She had a tenured position, but the college was able to find a compromise, offering her a new role as the secretary of her replacement. Despite her natural beauty at 47 years old, the former lecturer developed a new obsession with attempting to look forever young. The work she had done since was super obvious. The botox certainly gave her a more youthful appearance but made it difficult for her to express genuine emotions. Her lips and breasts were plumped up a little too far ever to look natural.

The teacher was known for sleeping with half the campus, students and teachers alike. Those rumors would have likely gotten most women fired and perhaps investigated, but the new secretary’s tenured status kept her protected. The two college friends laughed and joked about how stuck up and feared Isaac’s former teacher used to be and how the African-American student found her this morning inside a janitor’s closet covered in cum.

When the group had finished eating, Noah kissed his head cheerleader girlfriend on the lips and told her to behave today, something he knew would be impossible. The cheerleaders were required to perform any sexual act asked of them, and as the captain, Sara needed to lead by example. Noah half-considered exempting his girlfriend from the wish, but after thinking back to when she joked about the size of his cock in front of the entire team, he decided to include her.

“You playing D&D later?” Isaac asked his friend as the bespectacled blond rose to his feet.

Noah rolled his eyes. His friend was a complete nerd, with traditional hobbies you would expect. Noah didn’t care for tabletop adventure games but played along to keep his old school friend happy. “We’ll see. I have a study session with that asshole, Greg, all morning. I’ll try to finish it up early and join you.” As much as he didn’t enjoy D&D, it was much better than spending time with his new nemesis.

❖

Isaac took his former teacher back to their dorm as Noah made his own way to another residence. He didn’t know why he needed to work on this damn project with the charismatic ladies’ man anyway. Surely if Noah received straight As on all his tests, he would pass the course without needing to work with obnoxious idiots. However, he hadn’t worded his wish well enough, and he was still required to complete the assignments, or else his test scores would be declared void anyhow.

There were several residence halls spread around the campus, catering to every wealth group. While Noah and Isaac now resided in the most luxurious of buildings, Greg lived in a more modest environment. In fact, he stayed in the same building Noah resided in before he gained possession of the app. Grinning at the thought of his rival stuck in a cramped dormitory, Noah headed up the stairs toward his reluctant study partner’s dorm. The elevator was broken, and the pale-skinned student rued being forced to ascend six flights of stairs.

He reached the correct floor and witnessed a half-naked brunette woman suddenly running in the opposite direction, her face somehow plastered with a look of both amusement and horror. “Wait, come back. I don’t know what happened!!” Noah heard an embarrassed masculine squeak. He grinned, knowing exactly where the humiliated tone emanated from.

He reached his rival’s dormitory door, and it opened before he had a chance to knock. Greg stood before him, wearing a pair of knee-length baggy shorts and flip-flops. He was topless, with his well-defined abs in full view. “Ohh, hey, man.” Noah heard his fellow student say nervously. “I totally forgot about our session. Come in and give me a minute. I’ll throw on a top.” Greg invited him in. He noticed Greg run a hand through his dark mane, trying to reassert his confidence but failing miserably.

Greg returned wearing a light gray vest that stuck to his body like glue, doing nothing to hide the chiseled midriff hidden beneath. Noah wondered how someone who had just been humiliated so humbly could still show so much bravado.

Despite his rival’s show of confidence, Noah could tell that Greg’s mind was elsewhere. As they debated the substance of the hypnotherapy assignment they were given, the usually silver-tongued heartthrob stuttered through his points and lacked conviction in his reasoning.

Rather than agreeing on a topic and committing to completing the task, their conversation descended into an argument over whether hypnosis was real at all and whether it could actually be used to help others. Greg told a story about how his mom had visited a hypnotherapist to work on her confidence. Now, she was the most fearless lawyer on the West Coast.

Noah couldn’t hide his grin as a sudden thought came to him. One wish from his trusty app could eliminate Greg’s mother’s hard work and reduce her to a lowly secretary eager to serve her former subordinates.

“Trust me, man, it’s real and effective,” the dark-haired student concluded, returning Noah from his pleasant daydream.

Greg’s obnoxious insistence irritated Noah, and the nerd wanted to end the argument. “Well, how about we hypnotize you and have you show the entire class your tiny micro dick!” He blurted out, noticing his mistake immediately.

“Wh- How did…?” Greg stuttered in confusion before his eyes narrowed. The black-haired student had no idea how it was possible, but he suddenly knew his study partner was responsible for his unwelcome gift that morning.

Noah was unsure what to say. He knew he was in a precarious situation. His cell phone was in his pocket, and he knew a single wish would bail him out. However, the sudden fire in his rival’s eyes told him he wouldn’t have the opportunity to unlock his phone before he was knocked out. “I - I was just joking, man.” It was Noah’s turn to stutter.

The two men stared at each other intensely before Greg’s face softened. Noah was confused when his rival smiled back at him and reached for a small circular disc on his bedside table. “Anyway, hypnosis is real. I can prove it to you.” The well-built, attractive man flicked the disc, and it immediately expanded into a giant spinning wheel with a black-and-white spiral whirling around.

Noah was startled by the disc’s expansion and confused as his nemesis brought it to his face. Still, before he realized what Greg was attempting to accomplish, he found he couldn’t tear his eyes from the alluring spiral, holding his attention as if the pretty patterns were all that mattered.

Noah heard Greg’s voice in the background but couldn’t pick out the man’s words. The spiral was all that mattered to him. Nothing else mattered.

Greg smiled triumphantly, clicking his fingers. He watched the student’s eyes close, and his head slouched forward. The instant hypno device had worked like a charm.

Within moments, Greg had Noah unwittingly retelling the story of how he gained possession of the wish app, how he had used the app to gain petty revenge on those he believed had wronged him, how his friend had managed to copy the app and how there was no way to remove a wish once it was cast.

As the dark-haired heartthrob guided him, Noah explained how he took an instant dislike to Greg when he first stepped foot in that lecture hall. He illustrated how he was jealous of Greg’s looks and success with women and how the chiseled man’s natural confidence made him nauseous.

Greg prodded Noah with a series of questions. He wanted to know precisely how the wish app worked, so he told Noah to explain every wish the nerdy student had ever made in great detail. Each wish horrified Greg further. How could someone dismantle another person’s life like that out of pure jealousy? No amount of resentment or bullying could justify what he had done.

When Noah explained last night’s wish to alter the size of his rival’s cock, Greg’s eyes narrowed, and he shifted uncomfortably. He had the opportunity to teach this disgusting pervert a lesson and make sure he couldn’t terrorize the school any further. “Now, I need you to listen to me carefully,” he spoke calmly to his hypnotized subject. “This is what we are going to do…” The balance of power was about to change.

❖

Noah strolled through the campus grounds on his way back to his dorm. He had an exciting Christmas college party to plan with his roommate, Isaac, and he knew it would be the biggest party the town had ever seen.

Walking along the path, something felt off today. The bespectacled student couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was definitely something different in the air today. Speaking of air, Noah could feel the chilly December breeze brush against his abdomen and legs. He stared down at his body, perplexed; he was wearing the same checkered shirt and red sweater he had the day before, along with his regular blue denim jeans.

That wasn’t all that puzzled him. Rather than the jovial nods and fist bumps he had become accustomed to, he was the recipient of lustful, perverted stares from every student who passed him. One bold frat boy crept up behind Noah and smacked him on the ass, a slap that stung a lot more than it should have through his jeans. The puzzled teenager instinctively twirled around and slapped the offending student across the face.

The man held his hands up and stepped backward, “Sorry baby, I couldn’t resist,” the student grinned before heading in the opposite direction. Noah was alarmed. Had one of his wishes gone wrong? He hadn’t made his wish today, so he was confused about why everybody acted so differently.

Regardless, he needed to teach that asshole a lesson. Reaching inside his pocket for his cell phone, he was shocked to find that his device wasn’t there. Had he left his phone in his dorm? Why had he been so careless today?

His mind drifted to his dark-skinned roommate. If Noah hadn’t made a wish, it must have been Isaac. Did his friend make a wish that accidentally turned the entire college gay? He shuddered at the thought of being hit on by every guy on campus. He needed to rush back to his dorm and confront his reckless friend. If Isaac couldn’t make his wishes carefully, it was better for everyone if he couldn’t use them at all.

Ignoring the leering looks aimed his way, he ascended the stairs of his dormitory building. When he reached the correct floor, he wondered why he hadn’t used the elevator. His feet hurt far more than usual, too, but that was the least of his worries. Noah knocked patiently on the dormitory door and waited for an answer. He pondered why he had knocked on his own door and gasped when it opened, and his hated rival’s smirking face appeared.

Noah pushed past Greg and stepped inside his dorm room, “What the hell are you doing here, Greg?” he asked, in no mood to be polite. “Where’s Isaac?” He continued. He needed to get to the bottom of this.

Greg’s smirk widened, eyeing his study partner up and down as if he were appraising an expensive piece of art. “Anything eventful or unusual happen today?” the dark-haired student asked his confused companion.

Noah rolled his eyes. The lingering stare creeped the four-eyes student out; whatever dumb wish Isaac had made seemed to affect his rival as well. “Unusual? The entire damn campus has gone mad!” Noah exclaimed. “I need to find Isaac and get this ironed out.” He couldn’t use his wish to reverse the effects when he didn’t know what his friend had wished for in the first place.

Greg eyed Noah up and down one more time. “How about you take a look in the mirror over there,” he said, pointing to a full-length mirror Noah had never noticed before.

Noah immediately stepped towards the tall, reflective surface before he even realized he was obeying Greg’s suggestion. He stared at himself and shrugged. He still wore the same black-rimmed glasses on his face. He wore the same navy blue checkered shirt and red V-neck sweater he had worn a hundred times before. He looked entirely ordinary. “What am I supposed to be looking for?” He asked cynically. Why was he giving this piece of crap the time of day, anyway?

“Ohh, you’re about to find out,” Greg responded ominously. There was a tense pause until Noah spoke two more words that changed everything. “Wake up.”

In an instant, Noah’s entire vision had shifted. Suddenly, in front of the nerdy student stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was a walking wet dream, just perfect in every way.

Long, wavy golden blond hair loosely trailed her frame, reaching her midback. Her wide, sparkling blue eyes portrayed an innocence that the rest of her body lacked. Dark makeup decorated her eyes, giving her a sultry cat-eyed look. Her nose was small, cute as a button, and slightly upturned. Her naturally pouty, inviting lips were glossed in a candy pink shade. They were somewhat parted as the woman displayed a cutesy, surprised expression.

Her breasts were too large for the woman ever to consider hiding, not that her outfit made any effort to do so. They looked deliciously round and firm. Noah figured they were probably fake; no one could naturally grow tits that perfect. Her waist tapered inwards dramatically, and the sparkling silver piercing in her navel focused the attention on her beautifully sculpted midriff.

Her wide hips helped enhance her perfectly shaped bubble butt, and her slim, toned legs appeared to stretch for miles before they reached her tiny high-heeled feet. Her arms were slender and smooth, and her dainty hands adorned perfectly manicured candy-pink fingernails.

She wore an outfit that no respectable woman would be seen wearing in public. She donned a tight-fitted button-up white blouse with the top four buttons missing, allowing her to show off her abundant cleavage. The bottom of the blouse was tied off just below the blond woman’s breasts, exposing her entire waist.

The skirt she wore could more accurately be described as a belt. The pink and black plaid microskirt only covered half of her pert ass, and its pleated style flared outwards, making it impossible for the woman ever to cover up even if she wanted to. A white slinky g-string ensured she wouldn’t flash her pussy to anyone nearby but complimented her outfit even further. The woman wore black shiny 6” Mary Jane pumps on her feet, contrasting against the white knee-length socks on her legs.

Noah’s dream woman oozed sex appeal, dressed as a ridiculously slutty schoolgirl. ‘Where did she come from?’ he wondered until something clicked in his mind. Suddenly, the woman’s pretty face turned to horror as Noah remembered he was staring into a mirror. His eyes shot down to his chest, and the mountainous cleavage confirmed his worst fears.

Noah turned toward his hated rival, who had started laughing at the transformed man’s reaction, and screamed, “What the hell happened to me? What have you-” His voice trailed off as he gasped at the sound of his own sultry, high-pitched feminine voice. His tone had an optimistic bubblegum quality, making it difficult for him to sound angry or threatening.

“Stop, stop,” Greg couldn’t stop laughing at his study buddy’s reaction. He eventually managed to calm down enough to explain. “I know everything, Noah.” He warned, “I know about the app, the awful wishes you made, and what you did to me.” That last point was made with a poison in Greg’s voice that Noah had never heard before.

Noah scanned the room desperately, looking for his phone, and immediately realized he wasn’t even in his dormitory. He was standing inside Greg’s claustrophobic dorm room, looking like his own perfect woman, dressed for sex. It suddenly dawned on Noah why everyone had stared at him earlier. He opened his pretty mouth to demand an explanation when Greg waved Noah’s phone in front of him. He tossed the cell phone to the feminized blond, “Read the last four wishes,” Greg told the busty blond.

>Tuesday 10th December 2024: I wish that I am only able to make the wishes Greg Sullivan wants me to make.

>Wednesday 11th December 2024: I wish I were transformed into my own fantasy woman.

>Thursday 12th December 2024: I wish I could only refer to myself as a woman named Britney.

>Friday 13th December 2024: I wish Greg Sullivan were my boyfriend.

Britney stared in horror as she read through the wishes repeatedly. She had no recollection of the last few days and certainly had no memory of making the wishes displayed on her phone. She was sure this was some elaborate practical joke, except she could see the results staring back at her in the mirror.

Greg folded his arms and enjoyed the new girl’s amusing reaction as she read her fate. “So tell me,” his words sent a shiver down Britney’s spine, “what is your name?”

“Britney,” the blond spoke without thinking before her hand covered her mouth. “Brit.. Brit… My name is Britney!” The busty woman was horrified at the newest revelation. “What the hell have you done to me? Change me back!” She demanded, although her sweet voice conveyed the message of a petulant child not getting what they wanted.

Britney’s rival laughed slowly and shook his head. “You know I can’t do that,” he spoke nonchalantly. “You made those wishes, and they can’t be undone. You know that,” he said triumphantly.

Britney groaned, “Screw this!” she exclaimed, heading toward the door, suddenly becoming conscious of the extremely tall heels on her feet. “I’ll figure it out at home.”

Britney reached for the door handle until she heard a command, “Stop!” The scantily clad woman halted in her tracks, unable to stretch further for the exit. Greg patiently stepped back in front of the frozen woman and grinned. He took the cell phone out of her hand and started tapping away.

“What did your despicable friend wish for a few days ago?” Greg asked, still tapping on Britney’s phone. “Didn’t he wish for women to always follow their boyfriend’s orders?” He looked into the blond’s face. Britney knew precisely where this was going. “After your wish yesterday, I guess that means you have to follow my orders.”

“Fuck you,” Britney snapped at the man before her. It was the only retort that came to her mind.

Greg simply chuckled. “Kiss me,” he commanded the stationary schoolgirl, enjoying the revenge he was enacting on his study partner.

Britney moved again, but only to stand up straight and pucker her plump lips, pressing her bountiful chest into Greg’s torso and firmly kissing him on the mouth. After a few moments, Britney broke the kiss, immediately rubbing her tongue with her hand to rid herself of the taste. “Ughh, gross!” she exclaimed.

“Speaking of your loathsome friend,” Greg spoke again before placing Britney’s phone back in her hand. “It’s time we teach him a lesson, too.” He grinned. “Press send.”

Britney’s manicured thumb immediately pressed send on her phone before she had an opportunity to read the message. Her eyes widened when she witnessed her latest wish.

>Saturday 14th December 2024: I wish that Isaac Owens is only permitted to make the wishes Greg Sullivan wants him to make.

She gasped. Isaac was her best chance to remove the damage, but one wish suddenly destroyed that opening. She narrowed her eyes and glared at the smug, self-righteous asshole.

Greg walked over to his bed and retrieved a small box, handing it to the horrified blond. “As beautiful as you look dressed like that, it’s time to get ready for your party tonight.” Britney’s heart sank. There was no way she was holding a mega college party looking like sex on legs. “I prepared your outfit personally. Go get ready in the bathroom, and make sure you wear everything in the box.” He winked at the new woman.

Britney couldn’t resist his command and found herself tottering towards his hated nemesis’ bathroom. “While you get ready, I’m going to send an important message.” He chuckled, “Let’s just hope your friend hasn’t used up his wish today.” Britney shuddered at his ominous words but continued to helplessly follow her ‘boyfriend’s’ commands.

❖

The door to the luxury dorm unlocked, and the soft jingle of festive bells could be heard as the door cranked open. “Have I told you how good you look, Britney?” Greg was reveling in his torment of the man who had doomed him to live the rest of his life with a tiny 2” nub for a penis. Although, that man didn’t quite look like a man anymore.

“Screw you,” Britney snapped back. Her insulting retorts were one of the only ways she could think to remind herself of her former life. She was no longer wearing the ridiculous schoolgirl attire she found herself in a couple of hours ago. Still, she couldn’t say that her current outfit was any better.

She wore a red dress with thin straps pulled over her shoulders. The dress was shapely, and a plunging neckline ensured she could show off her generous creamy cleavage. White fur trim lined the upper and lower hem of her dress. The dress covered her entire ass, but only just, and the tight feature showed off the impressive shape of her derrière.

Her legs were sexily clad in white fishnet stockings, stopping just short of her dress. Her feet were encased in red 5” ankle-high stiletto boots with white fur trimmings around the edge. Small jingle bells attached to the zip of her boots meant that everyone could hear her approach before they saw her.

The most humiliating and discomforting part of her attire was the metal buttplug firmly wedged inside the busty blond’s ass. She had never had anything inserted inside her before, and she had no desire to experience it ever again. The plug was uncomfortable and a constant reminder of her new predicament every time she took a step.

Greg heard a commotion coming from one of the bedrooms and grinned. Patting his new girlfriend’s ass, he led her towards the noise, the bells of her boots jingling along the way. Greg opened the door to the bedroom, and Britney’s eyes widened, alarmed by the sight before her.

A gorgeous black woman knelt on Isaac’s bed, and Britney understood the look of shock and horror piercing through her eyes. The woman had shockingly pale platinum blond hair that contrasted her chocolate skin. The dark roots atop her head confirmed her hair was dyed that way. Her piercing sky-blue eyes were filled with confusion and desperation. Her pretty lips were full, pouty and naturally invited men to slip their cock between them.

The woman was comically wearing an oversized Christmas sweater. Britney immediately knew the cardigan belonged to her roommate; no one else would be bold enough to wear it publicly. Despite the baggy sweater, Britney still noticed two large lumps protruding from the platinum blond’s chest, straining against the top.

She was much shorter than Isaac, and Britney noticed the baggy jeans covering the woman’s feet. She had long, glossy red fingernails on her hands as they stretched the neckband of her sweater out to allow herself to stare underneath.

“Isaac?” Britney finally called out, needing confirmation of what she already knew.

The girl’s startled eyes darted towards the two visitors, and she parted her lips. “Wh-” The dark-skinned woman paused when she heard the sound of her own voice, as though it was totally alien to her. “What happened to me?!” she squeaked.

Greg folded his arms and took in the sight before him. It was time these two got a taste of their own medicine.

End of Chapter One