Brad figures some things out

Brad looked at the shooting star, his mind rolling Tiff's words over in his mind. A wish, eh...?

He looked down at the girl who was still going to town on his dick, and something clicked. Despite what some of the jealous turds at school thought, he wasn't dumb. Thinking back on the things that had happened, the things he had said, and how desperately that nerd Kevin had wanted the ring he now wore, tipped him off.

He lifted his hand and looked at the emerald ring. He had been making his errant wishes since putting it on, and... no one seemed to notice. Tiff didn't think it odd that she had changed her mind about blowing him in public, or that she was super into his dick, or anything. Could that...

He looked down at Tiff, her focus fully on her task. Her brown hair bobbing back and forth.

"I wish Tiff was blonde," he whispered.

He saw her hair change, becoming blonde right on front of his eyes. He swallowed, then spoke up, "You do something new to your hair, Tiff?"

She bobbed a few more times, then pulled back. She stroked him with one hand and lifted some of her hair with the other, "I curled it earlier, but that's not that unusual."

Brad nodded, and Tiff went back to blowing him. His mind raced as he considered the ring, and how much power it gave him. He was so distracted that he managed to last quite a while before Tiff's attention caused him to blow in her mouth. She pulled away, seemingly satisfied, and set about taking another picture.

Brad, meanwhile, was thinking about what he could do next.