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“You’re not a realtor, Sherry.”
“I’m…not a realtor…” she says, dimly. She’s now wearing a little makeup, and her hair is down. Her business clothes are replaced with casual wear, her suitcase and papers vanishing along with them.
“You’re a stripper. It’s your career.”
“I’m a stripper…it’s my career…” she says, nodding as she speaks. You watch her outfit become much sluttier: her jeans morph into right Daisy Dukes, her sneakers turn into heels, and her sweater becomes a tube top. Her hair grows longer, now running down to about her breasts, and her makeup becomes a lot heavier. Without a doubt, she looks like enough of a whore to strip.
“Of course, you’re a bimbo who loves stripping,” you say, just to rub it in.
“I’m a bimbo…who loves stripping!” She says with a hint of joy in her voice. Nothing changes visually, but her voice jumps up an octave.
“And your stripper name is Cherry,” you add offhandedly. You figure she’ll need it for branding.
“My stripper name…is Cherry…” she says, smiling at the sound of the word.
Itching to see Cherry in action, you release her from trance and use your last wish so that you and Cherry are sent to the club she now works at. Once there, you find yourself seated at a table, with Cherry clinging to a pole! She looks incredible, and you wonder why she didn’t pursue this career without your help…
So worth the final wish.