Head back to the mall.

You wake up and get dressed not exactly sure what you are going to do, but you do know you aren't playing anymore video games for a while. Before you know it you are in your car and heading back to the mall. Stopping to grab lunch at the food court, opting this time for a couple of big fat slices of pizza, you see the add for the concert once again. “Fuck I should just go.” As you say that looking at the add a flash of the dream of the huge blue cock pushing into your pussy jolts through your mind. “So strange.” You say instantly aware that your cock is tenting in your pants. As it is now the day of the concert, not to mention Halloween, you are pretty sure your costume ideas are slim at best. Thinking them over you come to the decision that the punk rock store is most likely the only place you are going to find anything that people might consider a costume.

As you walk in your senses are assailed by the smells of incense and drumming beat of a song you have never heard before. You head naturally over to the band t-shirts that are for men, looking around for a little while, glancing every so often to the other side of the room to see if anything strikes you as a good idea. There are several little dresses, skirts, pants with lots of built in straps and belts, and all manner of more normal attire. There is even a small section of shoes and boots. Keeping an eye on other customers and the only employee, a skinny jeans wearing little dude that looks like an extra from the rocky horror picture show or some shit.

Finally when everyone is clear you make your move and look over some music, piercings, and other little accessories as you head into the woman’s section. It only takes a few seconds before it becomes apparent that nothing here is going to fit you. “Awe fuck.” Is all you can say.

“Can I help you?” The man working there asks, suddenly behind you.

Turning startled you blurt out, “Just looking for a skirt. I mean shirt.”

“Men's section is over there.” He says pointing. “Unless you want a skirt after all. We don't carry anything in the store big enough for you, but we have an expanded section online.”

“Oh, really.” You say, somehow relieved that it isn't even an option. “Thanks then.” You say and turn to head out the door.

Two steps away and he stops you saying, “We can help you know.”

Turning you look him over, “What do you mean?”

“Well I am not supposed to tell but there is witch magic in the shop. Make some kind of a wish or let your desires known in the dressing rooms, or near them, and they will come true.”

“That's crazy.”

“Sure it is.” He laughs, “So I dare you then, pick out an outfit, head back to the dressing room, and make a wish. See what happens. I bet you $50 bucks it works.”

All you do is laugh, when he doesn't join in you say, “Wait your serious?” He pulls out a 50 dollar bill and holds it up in two fingers. “Fine, you're on.” With a new found interest in making some easy money you quickly pick out some things, all size small, that will never fit. You grab a schoolgirl style pleated green and blue skirt that is far to short to be anything but a stripper costume that has a matching bikini top that comes with it. A pair of white just over the knee style stockings. Finally, a pair of black platform stiletto heel open toe pumps. On the way in you grab one last item a short black tank top that is stylishly ripped and cut so less than half of it remains, but it looks sexy.

Once in the dressing room you plop down on the small bench and look at the pile of clothes. “Fuck this is stupid, why am I sitting here?” You ask holding up the ripped shirt.

Suddenly a quiet voice answers you, “To make your dreams come true.”

“What? Who is there?” You ask jolting to your feet. “Who is there?”

You don't see anyone, but the voice says, “Make a wish.”