The Cheerleader Uniform

"I wish today was a spirit day at school," said Megan, "and that I was wearing the cheerleading uniform, which is skimpy and sexy due to my previous wish."

What appeared on Megan was a green-and-white outfit that was little more than a sports bra that strained against her F-cups, a pleated microskirt, and knee-high vinyl platform boots.

She turned to admire her rear end, lifting up the skirt as original Megan was glad to see that there was, at least, green underwear that went with the outfit. It was still a far cry from the cheerleading uniform original Megan knew, of a conservative sleeveless sweater, a skirt that went to mid-thigh, and sneakers.

Apparently satisfied, Megan stepped into the bathroom, which was as lush and luxurious as the bedroom and closet had been, done in rose-colored marble, with a shower that looked big enough for several people, and a bathtub that seemed more like a hot tub and faced out to a huge picture window.

Megan took off the uniform, ending with unzipping and stepping out of the high-heeled boots. She tried to take a barefoot step and almost fell over, but stuck an arm out to brace herself against a nearby wall. She looked down past her enlarged breasts as she saw that her feet were now shaped like a Barbie doll's, forcing her onto tiptoes and preventing her from putting her heels on the ground -- the apparent result of her wish to be totally comfortable in high heels.

Original Megan dared to hope that seeing her deformed feet would make her counterpart realize that she'd gone too far with the sexiness, but instead, Megan said, "I wish I had on waterproof, non-slip shoes that I wear in the shower."

What appeared on her feet was a pair of slip-on wedges, but made of some clear, rubbery plastic. Megan walked around the bathroom a bit, and satisfied that she wouldn't fall, stepped into the shower.

At first, original Megan's thoughts were, So these are the shower products rich people use. She didn't even recognize the brand names of the shampoo and conditioner that Megan used on her lush red hair.

But then Megan reached up and took down the handheld shower head, sat down on the built-in seat, put the shower head on the "massage" setting, and aimed for her pussy. Original Megan's thoughts were now, Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, I think I gotta wish up one of these when I get back...

There was no wishing needed. Megan came several times, and original Megan along with her, eventually accessing Megan's memories to find that she had been multi-orgasmic as long as she could remember, and assumed it was an unknown side benefit of an unknown wish her mother had made.

All good things had to come to an end. Megan finally made sure she was fully clean and at last turned off the water. She stepped out of the shower and grabbed a thick, thirsty towel, paying special attention to the water beads on her melon-like breasts. Original Megan was a bit stunned to realize that her hair had dried almost instantly upon leaving the shower, and had magically styled itself to look pretty much perfect.

Dried off and with her cheerleading uniform back on, Megan sat at the makeup table -- of course she had a makeup table along with all the other luxuries and conveniences. Original Megan actually wondered why she didn't just wish for all her makeup to be magically permanent as she had with lip gloss, but the answer seemed to be that she enjoyed putting it on. It ended up being a lot more than original Megan would have been able to get away with, looking closer to "porn star" than anything else. Original Megan was also a bit stunned when Megan quickly put her hair into a French braid with little effort, a talent for hairstyling that was the result of a long-ago wish from her mother.

All ready to face the day, Megan went back to the bedroom to get her purse and her book bag, then go downstairs. She could smell the coffee brewing in the kitchen and knew her mother would be there. She was slightly nervous about the moment of truth -- whether her wishes about her mother had worked, and she'd be able to keep the F-cup breasts, the wet-dream version of a cheerleading uniform, and the her other improvements.