My body gets a makeover.

"I wish you had..." My master pauses a couple of seconds as he he considers the options. "I wish you had the singer Shakira's body."

I look at him in exasperation, though I'd figured his wish would be something like this.

"Can I just clarify one point first Master?" I ask, giving him a look of frustrated annoyance.

"Err, sure." He answers.

"You need to be very careful wording your wishes." I tell him, trying not to sound as if I'm lecturing a moron. "If you wish I had Shakira's body, that will leave Shakira with no body. If on the other hand you want to wish I had a body identical to Shakira's, then she won't be affected."

"Oh yeah, I see what you mean." Jordan says, nodding. "I wish you were an exact copy of the singer Shakira then."

I sigh and hold up one hand and snap my fingers. There's a puff of smoke and a flash of light and I feel myself shrink several inches. I feel my hair lengthen and cascade downwards over my shoulders. My jeans feel tight as my hips widen and my feet shrink inside my sneakers.

"Your wish is my command, Master." I say flatly without any enthusiasm.

None of my clothes fit now and I feel pretty ridiculous, but I'm guessing worse is yet to come. Jordan though is looking pleased with the result, but the glint in his eye shows he has more in mind for me.

"That's great, but I wish you were nude." He says leering at me.

"As you wish Master." I reply through gritted teeth and snap my fingers.

With a flash my clothes disappear. I resist the urge to look down at my body. Jordan on the other hand stares at me practically drooling.

"Damn that's good." He exclaims, "But I wish your tits were more like this."

Jordan holds his hands out in front of his chest with his palms upwards and his fingers spread as if he was holding a couple of basketballs. I look at him coldly.

"This body is exactly the same as Shakira's." I remind him.

"Sure, sure." Jordan agrees laughing. "But why settle for small and humble when I can confuse them with mountains."

"Very well Master." I concede.

With a snap of my fingers my chest swells out. This time I can't resist looking down to see the result. I can't even see my lower body past the two huge mounds of tit flesh. I guess my own subconscious ideas of a perfect pair of breasts have played a part. Despite their size, the pair of tits are high and firm with big erect nipples that are dark shade of brown. I look back up to see Jordan's reaction.

"Oh sweet Jesus." He moans, his eyes bugging out comically. "That's gotta be the most perfect rack in the world."

Oddly, I feel pleased by his reaction. I wait nervously as Jordan ogles my chest and try not to imagine what his next wishes might be.