Charlene gets the bone

Charlene snatches the bone from Dave's hand.

Dave snaps to attention. “Hey! Give that-”

“Freeze!” yells Charlene. She watches Dave's mouth lock up mid-syllable. She carefully crawls out of the chair and stands back, then looks at the small bone in her hand. “What is this thing?”

Dave doesn't respond.

“Tell me what this thing is,” commands Charlene. She jumps a little when the bone throbs in her hand.

“It's a magic finger bone,” says Dave. “You can change anyone except yourself with it, body and mind.”

“Body? Hmmm.” Charlene looks down at Dave's crotch. She thinks about what she wants to happen, then watches Dave's cock harden again. She concentrates some more and sees his cock grow several inches longer and considerably thicker. “Whoa! This is incredible!”

Charlene walks to the center of her office. “Dave, come here.”

Instead of just relying on her words, she pictures exactly what she wants him to do. Dave gets up and kneels in front of the blonde woman. He leans forward and places his forehead on the ground in front of her. Charlene places her right foot on the back of his head and leans forward. She puts most of the weight on the toe of her high healed shoe, but still pushes the heal painfully into the back of his head.

“Oh, I like this!” says Charlene. “I always have to be so nice to fuck-ups like you to keep from getting sued. But not anymore. This is excellent!”

Without removing her foot from Dave's head, Charlene looks towards a mirror on her wall. She pushes up her exposed breasts, noticing a bit of sag. She concentrates on removing the sag, but nothing happens.

“Dave, you say I can't change myself with this bone? Well, I can beat that restriction. Get up.”

Charlene takes a step back and lets Dave stand up.

“All right, Dave. Here's how it works. You are no longer capable of any thought other than what's necessary to keep your body functioning and keep you standing.” The wishbone throbs and Charlene watches Dave's eyes go blank as his mind empties. “Now, you are capable of doing and thinking exactly the things I tell you to do and think, but that is all.”

Another throb tells Charlene that her wish worked.

“Raise your hand, Dave. Palm up.”

He lifts his hand up. Charlene holds the bone over his open palm, then pauses, unsure if she should proceed. What if he regains his mind when he gets the bone? She chides herself for her indecisiveness and drops the bone. When Dave doesn't do anything, she smiles.

Charlene moves to the mirror and says. “Dave, wish that I was fifteen years younger.”

The 38 year old woman watches the small lines in her face disappear. The slight tension in her joints that she didn't even realize was there fades away. She almost cries as her breasts lose the slight sag they had acquired over the years.

“Oh my god, this is incredible. I could charge women millions for this. I could do it all so fast and easily that I put every plastic surgeon in California out of business! Dave, wish that I was a natural blonde.”

Her hair changes subtlely, shifting from a bleached blonde to a more lush, natural color. Charlene runs her fingers through her new hair, loving the color.

The changes complete, Charlene straightens out her clothes and walks back over to Dave. She lifts the bone off his outstretched palm and says, “Now it's time for some real fun.”