Go say hi to Sara

After cleaning himself up, along with the mirror, there was only one person John wanted to see. Sara was everything he ever wanted in a woman, but knew she was way out of his league. But now, with this new body? John was pretty sure it had evened the score a bit.

Still naked, John opened his closet to find a great outfit. Ugh.... all his clothes were so frumpy and did not flatter his new body at all. John thought about going shopping, but then remembered his new power. If he could change his own appearance with his mind, maybe it worked on other items? He threw on a stained white tshirt, Hawaiian shirt, and cargo shorts. He went to the mirror. "Gross." John said. "Time to do my thing." He snapped his fingers.

Before his eyes, the tshirt became a tight tank, stain free, and showing off his pecs and abs. The Hawaiian shirt became a light, silk blue button up. The cargo shorts became a pair of dark blue skinny jeans that hugged his impressive package and ass. Sneakers appeared on his feet that matched the blue of his shirt. A tasteful gold chain appeared around his neck.

"Not bad." Let's see if Sara likes it.

Heart in his throat, John walked over to Sara's house and rang the bell.

Sara opened the door and those skinny jeans were instantly a little tighter. Apparently, Sara had been swimming in the pool in back. Her brunette hair was wet and against her back. Her golden skin made her bright blue eyes even brighter. She wore a not so modest one piece swimsuit that showed every curve. Large breasts, small waist, wide hips, thick thighs... all were on display. John noticed the water must have been cold.

"John?" Sara said, sounding shocked. "Hi! Um.... wow... what brings you by?"

"Oh, I...uh..." John stammered. What had brought him by? "I... uh... God. This is embarrassing and cliché, but... I'm baking a cake, and I'm out of sugar. Do you have a cup?"

Sara giggled. "Goodness. Cake sounds wonderful. I'm sure I have some. Come on in!"

John stepped into Sara's house. Similar floorplan to his, Sara kept a tidy house. The dining room table was a little messy with books, paperwork, and a laptop.

Sara returned with the sugar in a plastic baggie. "Here ya go! Happy baking!" She giggled.

"Haha thanks..." John said, not wanting to leave Sara's presence. Pointing at the table, he asked, "Working from home?"

"Oh! Yeah, it's a mess." Sara laughed. "I'm a writer, so I believe a cluttered workspace is the sign of a creative mind."

John laughed, too hard? "Oh I'm sure you're right. I'd love to read something you've written."

"Really?" Sara said. Was that a twinkle in her bright blue eyes? "Well... sure! I'd love to hear what you think!" She went to the table and rummaged around in some of the papers. John admired her round ass and imagined digging his fingers into her wide hips as he fucked her.

"Here we go!" Sara said, straightening up. "I'd love to hear what you think of this one..." she said, biting her lip.

John took the story from her. "Thanks! And thanks for the sugar." He said, making his way to the door.

"You're very welcome. Come back soon!" Sara said.

"I will. Definitely." John said with a grin.