Dennis picks Lauren up

Dennis pulled up to Lauren's door at six. He hopped out of his Lamborghini, trying to keep his cool as he knocked on the door. He noticed his palms were sweating.

I wish my palms didn't sweat when I was nervous.

Of course, they immediately became dry. And getting rid of this nervous tic made him less nervous.

The door creaked open and there stood Lauren. Dennis's eyes widened. Lauren was done up with perfect makeup and styled hair. She had on six inch stiletto heels, tights and a short, skin tight dress that hugged every curve of her perfect body. Dennis couldn't help but gawk: she looked so amazing!

Meanwhile Lauren fitted nervously. She had no idea why she wore this dress. She never wore it out, it was too short and made her nervous. But something compelled her. She also didn't know why she felt instantly sexually excited by the sight of Dennis. Dammit! She'd masturbated for over an hour earlier, trying to crush this unwanted desire. And, though she tried to think of other things, she kept thinking of Dennis while she did! And now, even after all that, as soon as she saw him she felt moisture in her panties, and her nipples harden excitedly.

"You look great!" Dennis said.

"Thanks." Lauren said, strangely bashfully. She'd changed so much with just a few wishes!

"Now let's get going!" Dennis said, leading Lauren back to his car.