He isn’t ready yet.

“Fine I will, but first let’s see what the collar is capable of. Put it back on her first.” The clerk suggests.

“Fine.” The other man says. He puts it back on you and says, “So what do you have in mind?”

The clerk grabs his phone and clicks away searching for something, finally he produces a digitally drawn 3D picture made to look like a selfie on some lonely street standing next to a neon pink accented racing style but smallish looking motorcycle, with the caption, “Sexy Emo Trap.” She is drawn rather flat chested with shiny silver barbells piercing her nipples, navel, left eyebrow, and tongue, which she is sticking out at the camera. She has a small ring in the center of her lower lip and the center of her nose, as well as each ear. Her lips and nails are colored glossy black, she has heavy eye makeup and long sexy lashes. Her head is shaved on each side and in back with rather short coppery red hair on top, just enough to tangle your fingers in. Between her legs is a rather sizable cock, 8” or more and rather thick.

He points the image at you and says, “I wish you looked like this.”

“You know that’s a pretty big dick, right?” The customer asks laughing.

Both of them watch in awe as you not only change to look like the picture, you look exactly like the picture, as if you had been drawn and weren’t actually real. “Guys, I feel weird.” You say looking at your animated hands.

“Oh wow. That’s not exactly what I was expecting.” The clerk says and both of them grab hold of your arms, “So smooth, like a doll or something.”

“I know right.” The customer agrees. “I wish you would sit on my cock.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” You say grinning and his cock slides inside of you.

Instantly he pushes you off and you fall on the floor, “Blaah, it felt like sticking my cock in a plastic bag, cold and slick. I wish you still looked that sexy but were a real person.”

Your head swims with a flood of knowledge as this new you suddenly is written into reality as if you had always been this person. You stand up, brush yourself off and ask, “Who the fuck are you two twats?”

They look at each other suddenly not sure what to do in the face of a challenge of their previous mastery. They both seem to want to say the right wish but neither are certain that it will work, the look of anger in your eyes is just sort of shutting them down.