Fix mom, and REALLY fix Jake...

Dave stares at Jake, an evil look in his eyes. “Jake, do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?”

“Aw, come on dude…I already said…”

“Shut up.” The bone throbs in your hand. “You’re going to get it now.” Jake’s eyes widen in fear.

First Dave imagines how his mother was supposed to look and then wish her back to normal, though younger looking. And happier.

A second later his mother walks out of her bedroom in her bathrobe. Her tits are her normal size, though perkier. Her smile is happier, though that fades as she sees Jake. “Jake, I can’t believe you decided to make me a fucking bimbo. Dave, use that wishbone to make sure he never saw me and doesn’t remember anything about that wishbone.”

“Good idea mom. You no longer have any feelings towards my mother. You no longer remember the wishbone. In fact, I seem to recall your feelings tend towards men.”

“Dave, that might be a bit harsh…”

“Oh, I’ll make him normal tomorrow or so.” Dave answers his mother, then looks back at Jake. His looking at you is unsettling, “Jake you have no feelings for me.” Jake’s look turns to one of disdain. “Now, get dressed, clean this place up, and hit the gay bars. Ask around for one.”

As Jake moves around the room gathering his clothes Dave wishes his mom to go back into her room.

After Jake is gone, in search of a gay bar, Dave sits on the couch, deciding what to do.

The triplets were a very real temptation. Though so was Maggie Simmons across the street. The advantage of Maggie was that Dave knew she had a slight crush on him. She was a little bookish, though cute. A senior in High School. He glances at his watch, and figures she should be home at this time.

Quickly Dave decides to use the wishbone on Maggie. If anything he wouldn’t have to change her too much.

He smiles and gets up from the couch and exit’s his house.

Walking quickly he gets to Maggie Simmons door and knocks.

Maggie answers the door a minute later. As soon as she sees it’s Dave she smiles broadly. You look her over. She stands at 5’5”, slim build with perky B-cup breasts. She had the look of and was a gymnast. “Oh, hi Dave.” She asks, sighing as she says this. Her hand brushes her dark shoulder length hair out of her face.

“How are you Maggie?” Dave asks, grinning at her. You run through your options.

Should he just wish her to let you take her? Or does he want someone to share the wishbone with?