Don’t let your little sister hold a wishing stone. When I first picked it up, I could feel its power. I just felt its weight in my hand, and I instantly knew that it would grant me wishes. Feeling lethargic and not wanting to waste it, I brought it home. I thought about how stupid it all was, but as the hours passed it ate at me more and more. I had to know if it was real.
My little sister was playing in her room. I went over and showed it to her. As I put it in her hands, her demeanor suddenly changed. I felt the power slipping from my grasp.
“I wish… I wish you were my big sister!”
An uneasy wave passed over reality. I looked down, I could feel breasts sticking out. I could see thin, cleanly shaven legs below me. My whole body felt airy and light.
“I wish you loved fashion and I wish you would love going shopping and trying on clothes with me all the time!”
Something snapped in my head. I quickly reached for the stone, but she expertly dodged my hands and I fell on the floor. My dark blue hair covered my eyes and draped past my cheeks.
“I wish you had bigger boobs!”
I felt an expansion in my chest. I could see and feel their weight as I tried to stand up, and my hands felt thinner and more delicate. I tried to speak, to say something, but my voice came out dainty and silent.
“I… I wish you loved me and I loved you forever!”
The air of the room turned light, as if a cloud had moved away. I could only stare as the stone turned transparent and disappeared from her hands. I just sulked there for a while, and my sister comforted me and brushed my hair as I cried.
Of course, I could not hate my sister for it. Mentally I was the same as before, and I was grateful that it didn’t turn out that bad. But I know a couple things about me changed. When I think about fashion and clothes, I feel a core, inner desire pushing me towards it. It might be fair to say I am obsessed with that stuff now. And I get along very well with my sis these days. Somehow, I don’t let those things bother me too much - I don’t know if that’s part of the stone’s magic too. But every time I get ready in the morning, whenever I’m trying to fall asleep, and whenever I’m alone, I get lost in my thoughts, thinking about myself and what I could have done on that day. And yes, my tits are big.
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