Wren.

A couple of nights ago, I woke up to sara putting stanley on me. Asleep, I had translated that into someone setting up their lawn chair on my stomach.

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Last night - could make wishes, wishing stone? I stood in a dimly lit little room staring at a narrow full length mirror, and I wished my breasts bigger and bigger, thinking "twice as big. now double again. eight times as big as this." And they grew and grew and still they were not good enough for me. I then began wishing my waist smaller, and it shrank and shrank, so I wishes my hips wider, my butt smaller. Then time skipped to before, and I went into a lingerie shop looking normal, then made my wishes in a fitting room. I wondered, when I left would they think me a different person and wonder what had become of the person who had entered the dressing area? would they report me missing, organize search parties, never knowing that it was me who had walked out of the store?

when I came out, I was wearing a bra and panties in black lace, still wishing my waist to shrink, my hips and breasts to grow. The blond woman who worked there told me, "you came in looking average, and now you're beautiful."