Heather the literal bitch

Heather stamped over to Gwen.

"Give me the rock, now!" she screeched.

"No!" Gwen said, but Heather was too fast. She snatched the rock from Gwen.

"I wish you had blonde hair!"

Poof! Gwen's hair turned blonde.

"Not so gothic now, huh?" Heather laughed. Gwen tackled her and took the rock, covering Heather's mouth in the process.

"I wish that Heather was a human dog!" Gwen said.

Heather's eyes lost all intelligence as Gwen got off her. Heather got om all fours and began to shake her ass like a tail.

"Arf!" she barked. "Arf arf arf!"

Gwen scratched behind her ear. "You were always a bitch," she snickered as the bossiest woman on the island was reduced to a literal animal.

"Now. I wish Heather's wish was undone."

Gwen's hair went back to normal.

"I wish I had all of my gothic makeup here."

Her black bag appeared on her bed, filled to the brim with black eyeliner and lipstick. Gwen then began to make rapid fire wishes.

"I wish the pool was open to everyone."

"I've always wanted bigger boobs. I wish my boobs were bigger."

Her tits increased a cup size, straining her bra.

"I wish I wasn't wearing a bra."

She could feel the cool wind on her tits as her bra vanished.

Gwen decided to relax on her bed for a bit, but it looked like Heather wanted attention. She placed her head on Gwen's lap and began to whine.

Gwen sighed. "I wish i had a bag of chew toys for Heather."

A small bag appeared and Gwen pulled out a ball.

"Fetch!" she said, throwing it across the room. Heather scrambled to catch it and brought it back, a dumb grin on her face as she lay it at Gwen's feet.