His old HS Crush

John thought about Morgan Griffith, his high school crush. She was a drop dead gorgeous blonde who was very popular and on the cheer squad. John had gotten up the nerve to ask her out, but she had just laughed in his face and walked away.

"Nuere, I wish I knew what my high school crush Morgan Griffith was up to."

"As you wish."

John knew that Morgan was a hostess at a trendy restaurant. He knew her schedule and that she was starting work soon.

John wished for nicer clothes and a snazzy new sports car. He and Nuere drove to the restaurant where Morgan worked.

"Naure, I wish you looked like a tall, sexy woman with strawberry blonde hair, and you were in an expensive evening dress."

"As you wish."

"I wish people could see you, and I wish they would think you are just a gorgeous human woman."

"As you wish."

Arm in arm, you and Nuere walk up to the restaurant. There was an outside spot, and Morgan was working the podium. She saw you and Nuere, but did not seem to recognize you.

"I wish she gets us the table closest to her podium."

"As you wish."

You walk up to Morgan. "Table for two."

"Reservation?" She asks, still not recognizing you.

The fact she does not recognize you irritates you. "I wish we had reservations."

"As you wish."

"Yes," said John, giving Morgan his name.

"Oh, I see. Right this way." Morgan grabs two menus and a drink menu and seats the two of you at the table closest to her. "Your waitress will be right with you." She gives a fake smile and walks off.

"Where to begin?" John muses. "I wish her anus itched, and I wish the itch grows worse throughout her shift."

"As you wish."

You and Nuere watch as Morgan starts to shift from foot to foot on her heels and wiggles her butt a bit.

Two couples walk up to Morgan.

John smiles. "I wish..."