The City Mall

Without another thought, I was at the City Mall, a three-story complex filled with stores, restaurants, an arcade and a twenty-screen movie theatre. I looked about and saw I was in the food court, people of all shapes and sizes lined up for the various fast food franchises and seated at the small tables eating and chatting. Just where to start, to try out this ‘wishing’ power granted to me, I didn’t know, gauging the crowd around me, until my eyes fell on a well-dressed woman about 5’4”, perhaps in her early forties, maybe late thirties, with her thick auburn hair tied back in a thick bun, glasses perched atop her nose, black heels on her feet, a black pencil skirt reaching below her knees, and a wearing a crisp, white short-sleeved blouse buttoned to the notched collar, the cotton thick enough to hide any bra lines if there were a bra. Guessing at her bust size, I would have said a healthy B-cup, maybe a C. I was hoping a C. More like on that inverted triangle of a figure she had.

I quickly glanced at myself, checking out what I was wearing, unable to recall what I was even doing before appearing the strange room with the Voice. Nothing abnormal, jeans, boots, forest green Henley – my favorite shirt. I grinned. Hot damn. Well, off towards the redhead. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

“Hello, “ I said, walking up to her and matching her stride down the hall, glancing at the bags in her hands, mostly from stores geared towards women’s lingerie. Excellent, I thought. “I wish you would tell me your name.”

“Hannah,” the woman said curtly, keeping her light green eyes forward, not even looking at me. Okay, that could have been a coincidence. Need to try something else.

“I’m John Doe,” I said. “I wish you would tell me if you are single or not, Hannah.”

“I’m single,” she said, glancing at me and giving me a quick once over. “And unavailable.”
“Oh?” I arched an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“Not your business,” Hannah snapped. I bit back a sigh, nearly rolling my eyes. Perhaps I needed to try something more direct. Very well.

“I wish you would tell me what you have in your shopping bags.”

“G-strings, thongs, a sheer white cami, a transparent white nightgown with a deep v-neck hemmed with a bit of black lace, very gauzy,” the redhead said, frowning slightly. “And a French Maid costume that’s a chemise dress with ruffled cap sleeves, a sheer lacy center panel and white lace trim, with a white apron attached at the waist with a bow detail in the back, and a peek-a-boo rear. I can’t even wear panties with the thing.”

“Interesting,” I said. Interesting choices indeed. What did she need all that for? “Why all that? Did you lose a bet or something?”

“Something,” she sniffed.

“I wish you would tell what that ‘something’ is,” I pressed.

“Fine,” the woman said huffily. “I was dumped for a younger woman, okay? I wanted to feel better and sexy so I bought all this stuff. Happy?”

“I’d like to see you in it,” I smiled, imagining her in the costume. She stopped, stunned and turned to look at me, eyes wide.

“I’m – I’m,” she stammered.

“A hot little number,” I grinned, watching her face blush prettily, her light green eyes darting about nervously. “We could have fun together. What do you say?”

Hannah continued to gape at me in shock.

“C’mon, Hannah, pretty please,” I teased. “I wish you would want to show off your purchases to me, model your body for me.”

“O-okay,” she blinked, licking her lips. “I – I –” The redhead lowered her voice. “Wh-when? I – wasn’t done shopping, not – not yet.”

“Find me when you’re done,” I smiled. “Buy – as much as you can. All kinds of lingerie and sexy costumes to drive me wild.” I leaned in close. “You know what would be really hot?”

“N-no,” the redhead shook her head slightly, trembling.

“The skimpiest, most revealing cheerleader costume possible,” I said in a low, husky voice. “Lots of skin and skirt so short it can barely hide your puss and ass.”

“I – I,” Hannah stammered, “I c-can do that. I used to be a cheerleader back in – back in high school.”
“Excellent,” I smiled. “I look forward to our fun later.”

“I – I do, too,” Hannah nodded, chest heaving. “How – where shall we meet?”

“I’ll meet you in the food court, say, about five or so. Unless you need more time?”

“Five or so,” the redhead nodded dumbly. “Okay. I’ll – I’ll see you then.”

“Until then.”

The woman blinked at me, gulped nervously, a nervous little smile crossed her face, and she turned to go, hustling down the concourse, shaking her hips in excited anticipation.

Fantastic, I grinned, watching her booty. This wish thing fucking works. Hell, I had turned a down in the dumps woman into an excited number looking forward to showing off her body. I looked up at the clock standing at the intersection of two halls. Ten o’clock. Seven hours or so to kill. I was looking forward to seeing Hannah, but what would I do in the meantime? I blinked. For that matter, did I want to consider myself a one-woman man? A single wish and Hannah wouldn’t give a damn, possibly even welcoming other partners. I had to think this all out, make some plans, figure out how far I wanted to go with this.