Slut

My father will not allow me to go out with Mike. Father doesn’t like the look of him. Mike is a huge muscular biker. Father is afraid that he will throw me down on the ground in some secluded place, hold me against his taut muscular frame and ravish me.

Yes, that is what I want. That is my reason for wanting to date him. That is the point. I am tried of being a good girl, I am almost nineteen and still a virgin.

I wish that I could be a slut!

And that being a slut was not a disgrace, just popularity.

And that I have perfect birth control that doesn't dampened my libido as a side effect. (otherwise, what is the point?) And that there are no sex diseases.

And I’m naturally more beautiful.

And that no one knows who their father’s were.

Suddenly my sight grew blurry and I heard a voice say “Granted!”

I look down at myself, I’m nude except for crotchless panties that certainty hadn’t seen before. I have a deep tan with no tan lines and my bland brown hair was now curly. And some of my belly fat had moved up to my slightly bigger boobs.

I am still in my bedroom, at my desk. I turn around…

OH MY! THERE IS A NAKED MAN IN MY BED!