A Little Prank, A Big Change

Looking out the window, Tamara saw the Beer Pong game was well underway, with Brad's turn coming up.

"I wish," Tamara said, trying to stifle her giggling, "that when Brad throws his ball it deflects off the cup he's aiming for and bounces back to hit him on the forehead."

"That's weirdly specif--eeeeeeeeeeehhhhhgh," Jessica started to comment before the energies of her magic orgasmicaly shot through her once more.

Watching closely, Tamara saw the cocky jock throw his ping pong ball. He stumbled forward a step, obviously having put more **** behind his throw than intended. His throw was also lower than he had intended, hitting the side of the cup he had targeted. That would have been embarrassing enough but somehow, in an unlikely turn of physics, the ball bounced back towards the direction it came from and smacked Brad in the forehead.

"Ow! What the hell?!" Brad exclaimed as he rubbed the welt that was forming as the other players burst out laughing.

Tamara laughed as she turned back towards Jessica, muttering under her breath, "'The right man to straighten you out,' my ass."

"Okay," Jessica grumbled from where she was kneeling, "you got your proof. Can I have my ring back now?"

"One more thing," Tamara said, "Something a little bigger just to make sure."

After a moment of thought, she cleared her throat and said, "I wish all the women who came to this party were wearing the exact same tight, low cut, short skirt red dress without bras and are all okay with it."

Jessica tensed, squeezed her eyes shut, and grit her teeth. Her face flushed as she shook in place, fairly certain she would have fallen on her back from all these rushes of stimulation that had hit her in the last few minutes if not for the wish holding her in place. When she reopened them, she looked down and saw she was now clad in a fancy red dress held up by the smallest of shoulder straps that clung to her form and seemed to shove up her cleavage so that it was even more prominent than it normally was. On top of that, thanks to all of the wish granting, her nipples were very clearly poking through her top, making her blush in embarrassment.

Looking up, she was surprised to see Tamara looking herself over, also in the same outfit. For a second, the blonde was actually amazed at how the outfit transformed Tamara's already impressive sweater puppies into full-on dress dobermans and clung to her wide-hips in a surprisingly flattering manner. She also noticed the bustier woman's rather large nipples were sticking out too. "Huh," the brunette said thoughtfully, "I guess that would apply to me too."

With that, Tamara then dashed to the window, looking out again to see that, indeed, all the girls at the party were dressed exactly the same as they were. Most of them pulled it off okay but Tamara felt her face and lower regions growing hot as she spotted Tiffany, the slender girl looking extra slinky as the shortness of the skirt showed off her greatest assets to all.

She was drawn out of her ogling by Jessica's whimper and she had to admit, when she turned around to observe the blonde, Jessica was incredibly good looking as well.

Especially on her knees like that, looking up at her pleadingly.

"Please," Jessica whimpered, "Can I please have my ring back, Mistress?"

Tamara raised her hand and examined the piece of jewlery thoughtfully. She knew the right thing to do would be to give the ring back. Enslaving someone else, even a genie, was wrong despite all the power and potential it granted her. Yet she was finding it hard to make herself take it off. There were so many things she wanted that she would otherwise be unable to get out of life without what the control over Jessica promised.

"I wish you were in love with me and wanted me to make wishes with you," she sighed, and then her eyes went wide as she realized her careless words, "No wai--"

"As if!" Jessica replied with a roll of her eyes, "Why would I--"

The two stopped simultaneously, staring at each other.

"You said 'I wish' before that, right Mistress?" Jessica asked.

"Yeah," Tamara replied with a thoughtful nod, "Let me try something."

Tamara took a step back from Jessica. "I wish you would stand up with your arms at your sides."

Jessica let out yet another strangled moan as she was **** to stand, her legs shaking but not buckling. To her further embarrassment, the shift in her position caused her skirt to ride up, exposing her pink panties (and the growing wet spot on it). With her arms **** at her side, she was unable to smooth it back down to cover herself.

Tamara swallowed at the erotic sight but shook her head to keep her focus. "Okay," she said, "I wish you WANTED to go back down on your knees before me."

The only sound in the room was the thumping of the bass outside as Jessica stayed where she was.

"Anything?" Tamara asked.

"No," Jessica replied, now too distracted by what she was learning to worry about her compromised modesty for the moment, "Huh."

"Guess I can control your body but not your mind," Tamara said with a frown, "That... does make me a little less inclined to keep it."

"Then don't, Mistress!" Jessica exclaimed, "Just give it back and--"

Suddenly, Tamara's expression changed to one of nervous determination and Jessica found herself momentarily silenced by the burning look in the other woman's eyes. "BUT..." she said, "Maybe we could make a deal?"