Crossdresser

"I wish that Greg was wearing the outfit he thought I looked sexiest in," Becky said. Greg just cocked his head in confusion, and then he clothes stretched and morphed until it became a tight pink T-shirt and a very short white pleated skirt. On his feet were four-inch open-toe heels. He looked down at himself in shock. "What? What happened to me?" he asked. Becky just looked at him and smiled. "Hmm, not too bad." "I can't be dressed like this." "Sure you can, if you were a crossdresser." "But, I'm *not* a crossdresser," he said. "Not yet." She smiled wider. Greg started to get worried again. "I wish that everyone except you and me would think that you're a crossdresser. I also wish that you would have no choice but to wear sexy feminine clothing." "Please, no," Greg whimpered. "Too late. Now, you better get back to your class." "I can't go back like *this*," Greg said. "Sure you can. I wish that Greg would go back to his class." Suddenly, Greg started walking, against his will, out into the hallway. Becky wondered what else she could wish for.