Brad "Thundercock" Myers

When he’d first initially caught glimpse of it, he thought it was just a trick of the light brought forth by his drunken stupor. Upon closer examination, he’d discovered that it’d never been a trick at all - instead, he’d found a small golden ring adorned with a large emerald discarded in the grass, forgotten.

Picking up the item in question, Brad whistled at the size of the gem. Who in their right mind would leave something like this in their backyard? He turned it over between his fingers, watching the party’s LEDs reflect off its surface as he marveled at the jewelry. He knew that Jessica’s old man was loaded, but it took a special kind of rich to casually discard a ring this valuable.

Curious, he slipped it onto his finger, bringing it up to watch as the lights shined from it.

“Yo Brad, what you got there?” a voice the recognized as Chris came from somewhere behind him. He turned around to spot his fellow athlete as he walked up towards him, the jock holding both his and Brad’s own red solo beer cup.

Chris was a linebacker for Eastlake’s football team, the same team that Brad played for. He, like the rest of the team, had also been invited to Jessica’s shindig. And, judging from the man’s flush and drunken swagger in his steps, he’d been taking full advantage of his invite.

“Check this out” Brad replied, earning a deep whistle from his teammate as he showed him the ring. “Jessica’s step-mom must have dropped it or some shit.”

“That’s quite the gem” Chris marveled as he sized it. “How much you reckon it’s worth?”

“Not sure, but certainly easy on the eyes.”

Grinning, Chris shoved Brad’s beer into his spare hand, the linebacker’s now free arm snaking its way to clamp down on the other man’s shoulder as he slumped. “You know what’s actually easy on the eyes?” He asked, raising his cup to the party beyond. “All those hot drunk girls, ripe for the taking!”

Following his teammate’s lead, Brad looked up at the crowd that had gathered at the Edwards' household, a testament to Jessica’s social standing.

Anybody who was anybody at Eastlake was here; the entire football team and cheer squad made up a good chunk of the guests, but most were here because they were on the more popular side of Eastlake’s student body. Social butterflies, those with street smarts, the groupies; basically anyone who wouldn’t rather be found with their nose in a book or behind a computer screen had been invited.

More specifically, Brad spotted Sam and Tiffany, the tall redhead cheerleader standing next to her raven-haired counterpart as the pair finished setting up their game of beer pong. The girls had drunk deep, their flushed faces complimenting the way they’d dressed tonight: to kill. On a couch in a room beyond, two other girls were sitting next to one of the more charismatic guys in the year, each fawning over one of his arms as the trio talked. Looking up towards the second floor, Brad could barely make out a pair of silhouettes in one of the bedrooms, no doubt getting ready to do the dirty. And that was only a fraction of the crowd that was here.

“You’re right about that” He chuckled, returning Chris’ slap, “But man, I wish the girls here showed more skin, you know? A lot of them dress way too conservatively for my tastes.”

That earned an honest laugh from his mate. “You call this conservative? The girls are practically naked already! Any more and they wouldn't be wearing anything at all.”

Unaware of what he’d just done, Brad laughed alongside his teammate as the pair rejoined the party. Ahead of them, Sam and Tiffany exchanged an excited high five, having successfully set up the table for their game.

“Oh God, not Master!” Jessica said as she shot her hands to her lips, silencing herself in the wake of what she’d called him. Master?! She’d meant to say Brad!

The girl barely gave the nerd a second thought as she shot passed him, heading for the stairwell. Brad had picked up the ring! She didn’t know if she truly believed everything that had transpired in her room, but she knew one thing for sure - she could not let Brad have that ring. If there was even the slightest of chances that what her ‘Mom’ had told her was true, the last thing she wanted was for Brad Myers to have unlimited wishing capabilities. She had to get it back, somehow!

“But man, I wish the girls here showed more skin, you know?”

The words, reverberating throughout her entire being, hit her like a truck. She stumbled back from the **** of it, a wave of pure sexual bliss coursing through her. The feeling was accompanied by a rippling, the very clothes that she wore shifting before her eyes. Once the sexual bliss faded and Jessica calmed her racing heart, she looked down at herself, eyes widening as the horror of what had just transpired presented itself before her.

Her outfit, all things considered, remained the same. In the wake of the wish however, her top was now cut much deeper, revealing way more cleavage than she’d ever be comfortable showing. To make matters worse, the shirt had been shortened to reveal her entire midriff, exposing her toned abdomen and pierced belly button for everyone to see. Her skirt had also shrunk, its hem now ending midway up her thigh and showcasing nearly the entirety of her well sculpted legs. Her socks had fully disappeared, no doubt unable to conform to the specifics of the wish.

She looked like a girl who’d gotten dressed with the sole intention of showing as much skin as possible while still retaining the illusion of decency. It was true; everything her mother had told her was true. She’d truly become a genie.

One who was now bound to Brad "Thundercock" Myers.

The pit in her stomach slowly grew as she realized what had befallen the rest of her party-goers. The wording had been specific - the girls here, meaning she wasn’t the only one affected by his wish. Every single girl at her party would now be revealing as much skin as she was.

A large crash from below shook her from her thoughts. Steadying her legs, she tried to swallow the anxiety growing in her as she took off once more towards whatever pandemonium had begun down below, hoping to stop Brad before it was too late.