A sexy little wish-granter.

After the cursor meddles with your appearance for a little bit, the mirrors now reflect your new appearance. To say you weren't exactly happy with the results would be an understatement. In the mirror, you see your body changed to a female with exaggerated proportions. You stand at a short 5 foot, your body petite and thin apart from certain attributes. Your new bosom raises off your chest, like large jiggly balloons bobbing around and looking almost obscene on your frame, with erect, 2-inch long pink nipples capping them. Your waist expands out, giving you a wide hourglass figure and a large behind, looking round and firm, but very bouncy. Thick bee-stung lips adorn your new mouth and your cutesy, girly features, decorated in a glossy shocking pink lipstick. Wide expressive blue eyes sparkle back at you, decorated with sparkly pink eye shadow and filled with annoyance and worry, but on your face it's more of a look of anxious curiosity. Your new borderline-yellow hair is extremely large and voluminous in its ponytail, silky and running down to your knees. The clothing you're wearing is extremely embarrassing, especially with your new attributes. Most of it is baby-blue see-through cloth, poofy harem pants displaying your shapely legs nicely, and barely revealing your new tiny thong, which covers your new hairless pussy. Your tiny midriff-baring, shoulderless top over your bountiful chest does nothing to restrain your tits. They're made of the same see-through fabric, though this time you lack undergarments, revealing the tiny gold chain piercing your nipples together and dangling enticingly down over your toned belly. Your arms are shackled with shiny gold cuffs, while your dainty feet are **** into some shiny gold 4-inch heels. Above your ass is a sparkly gold tramp-stamp reading - "Your Wish Is My Command!"

You realize that you can move now, meaning that you're probably done being messed with physically, for now. You stand at the mirror, scowling at the image; though doing so forces your body into a silly angry pout, with arms crossed under your magnificent new bust, and you involuntarily make a cute, high-pitched "Ungh!" as you stomp the ground with one foot.

Wish-Bitch: This is not funny, sis! you think angrily into the chat box, groaning when you note the new tag.

Sarah: I think it's hilarious! Aren't you just adorable? Ooh, check it out, I gave your body some actions I can make you do.

Wish-Bitch: Oh yeah? like wha- Wait, no!

Sarah: /dance

Instantly, you find yourself dancing a fast, energetic, and definitely erotic belly dance. You uncontrollably start swinging your hips back and forth doing, some spread-eagled knee-bends while doing so. Arms raised in the air and clasped together, you shake your chest, sending your buoyant tits into a wild bouncing spree. Your face still seems under control as you look down at what you're doing in shock. Unfortunately, it just makes you look like you're about to give a blowjob.

Wish-Bitch: Okay, I get it! Just make it stop!

Sarah: Gotcha, I'll try out a new command. /sillystrut

Before you can voice your displeasure, you are wrenched around and start "walking" out of the changing room, and into the middle of the store. You go there with your tongue stuck out, blowing raspberries with every step, your hands under your boobs, lifting one then the other similarly with every step. Your legs **** you into walking with large, sweeping motions with your hips. Every five steps, you stop to wiggle your large ass for about two seconds. There aren't many people around, only a few customers and a clerk, but they look at you and either start trying to suppress their laughter, or blushing with shock. When you reach the center of the store, you do a perfect ballerina twirl with one leg out, arms above your head, and repeat your humiliating walk back to the changing room, hearing a raucous laughter from one of the female customers as you reenter. You have never felt embarrassed as you do right now.

Wish-Bitch: Sis! Stop it now! I don't want to play anymore!

You wait for several moments, hands on your hips and sticking your chest out, apparently your body's way of displaying that you've had enough. Finally, after about a minute or so, Sarah answers you.

Sarah: Oh, sorry, I needed to calm down, I was laughing too much!

You growl in annoyance, which comes out a a lusty purr.

Sarah: Anyway, you don't have any time to give up now! You just got a quest!

Another part of the UI pops up in front of you, giving the description of the new quest.