Gym after work

'It is a Thursday, after all,' she thought to herself as she looked at her gym bag in the back of her car. She slammed the trunk closed and started driving.

She lifted her top out of her gym bag. It hadn't occurred to her that the creature's magic would extend to her sportswear. Instead of a loose gym top, she was holding up a tight sports bra with little coverage of her ribs and below. She picked up the pants, knowing from their size they'd be skintight. She threw them down, frustrated and sat down to sulk about how she can't even exercise in peace.

"You know I wouldn't have to do this if you just fulfilled your end of the bargain?"

"Fuck!" She jumped out of her skin once again.

"Exactly! Maybe someone from the gym?"

"What? No, that's not-- Anyway what is your problem? Why would you do this to me? This is humiliating!" She squeezed her bigger boobs to emphasise her point.

"I can make them bigger?" He said, helpfully.

She felt the butterfly tingling and turned them away from him, "No!" She could barely hide them because her back, still feeling tight, wouldn't let her hunch forwards.

It faded.

"Hey now, I think it looks nice! Plus it's all as you wished for. I am at your service!" He said, cheerily, much more confident that his changes would get her where he wanted: laid.

She sniffed as a tear fell from her eye. "This isn't what I wished for and it's not what I want. Can't you just leave me alone?"

Sensing her dismay, he replied, "Look, I know it's difficult but a wish is a wish and I'm doing my best here." He stood on the bench next to her and put an arm on her shoulder reassuringly. "I just need you to sleep with a man, or, hey, a woman if you like and my job will be done."

She sniffed and looked up at him, "You mean when I lose my virginity I'll be fixed? I can go back to wearing what I want?" She wondered if she could cope like this until she found someone to marry to.

"Virgini-- Jeez." Reading the room, he fought his judgement back for the time being. "Well what's done is done. I don't have the power to undo anything I do."

She jumped up, scared. "You mean I'm stuck in these slutty outfits forever?" She held up her pair of sneakers to emphasise her point. "Even my fucking sneakers have a slight heel! Forever??!"

He looked up at her bashfully from the bench. "I mean ... yeah. I'm just doing my job. Trust me, it's better you have me than some of my colleagues."