I sat at the front desk, at the crappy little hotel, "Sweet Sleep Suite", where I've worked for about a month. According to the newspaper clippings and plaques hung up in the lobby, this place use to be popular and busy. Now we're lucky to have a single guest a week. The building is falling apart, but we can't afford to fix anything, at least not well. My duck tape repairs only ever last a day or two. What can you do?

I lean back in my chair, trying to figure out if that smell is mold from the leaky pipes, or from the sandwich that kid the other day through in the dead fountain, that I've been to lazy to clean. A small girl, probably 9, walked over to my desk.

"If you have time to laze about, then you have time to clean. This place is a mess!" She barked, in the cute way only children can.

"Who are you and where are your parents." I ignore her statement completely.

"I'm your boss, and you'll treat me with respect!" She's so adorable.

"Kid, my boss is a 70 year old crone whose own kids don't respect, let alone me. You're what 9?"

"9 1/2, and I'm still your boss!" She yelled. "I may be half your age now, but when I was your age, we treat everyone with respect. And now that I'm young again I'm going to get this place back into shape. Start cleaning or you're fired!"

"Ok, that was a lot of exposition." I groan "say I believe you, you are my boss, why are you 9?"

Her face went red. "9 1/2. I made a stupid wish for my youth, but I'm going to make the most of it!"

"A wish" I cock an eyebrow. "Ok cool. How'd you pull that off? Genie? Well? Leprechaun?"

She sighed "We're not getting anywhere 'till I show you are we?"

"Probably not."

"Ok, follow me" she walked away from the desk.

I follow her up the stairs, which are slowly rotting away, down the second floor hall, it desperately needs a new paint job and the plants need to be replaced. We ended up at room 213, or as the door says "2 3" with a smiley face someone drew to replace the missing 0. We go inside and the smell of rotting something invades my nose and mouth, making me gag.

"In here" she led to a fancy gold mirror.

This had to be worth more than the building itself. I saw my reflection clearer than any other mirror I've ever seen. My blonde hair flowing to the small of my back, my emerald green eyes, even my crappy uniform looked better than I've ever seen it.

"You can make any wish on this mirror, BUT, it will always backfire, and all wishes are final."

"I wish for bigger breasts!" I blurt out. Within seconds my uniform ripped from my growing boobs. I quickly removed my clothes to watch. When they stopped my juggs had to have been at least DD cups. I fondled them for a quick pleasurable moment before they popped with audible pop sounds off of my chest and on to the floor. I felt the pain as my flesh bags hit the carpetted ground. My chest in the mirror now had no boobs not even nipples.

"As I was saying, all wishes back fire" my 9 year old boss yelled, but I was too busy panicking.

I rush to the floor and grab on of my boobs, but as soon as I touch it milk sprays all over us from the nipple and an amazing sensation runs through my body. I quickly let go and fall back on my ass. I felt really hot, I really want to play with myself right now.

I quickly go back to panic mode. "Ok this is too much. I wish my boobs were normal again." Nothing happened

"I told you it doesn't work that way. You can't unwish anything."

"Well sorry I don't listen to little babies." I said angrily.

She groaned "I wish you would grow up." under her breath.

I suddenly grew several times my size filling half the room. My clothes ripped off of my body. The other half of the room housed my breasts. My boss was currently being showed with milk as she found herself squished between them.

"What did you do!?" Shout trying to move in the tight room.

"I diddun mean to!" She shouts back her squirming on my breasts making me horny as hell. Before I realized I could move my right arm, my fingers were going to town.

"Quit playing huff with my huff boobies!" I  huffed trying to stop.

"I can't" she screamed "I wish your boobs weren't here!" My sensitive breasts vanished and my hornyness  went down.

"Where are they?" I asked. Suddenly I felt a drip of cold water drip on one. I jumped as much as I could in my current situation.

"Who cares, we need to fix this, NOW!" she yelled. I jumped again. The building shook.

"You said this is permanent." I jump.

"It is, we just need to find a wish that will overwrite the current wishes."

I jump. "Won't that make things worse."

"I wish you would stop jumping!" She yelled. My body went numb. My entire body felt stiff  as I turned to plastic. "Much better."

She paced around the room. "Now what do we do? This would be so much better if our wishes wouldn't backfire. Or if you weren't such a lazy, horny, bimbo!" She looked up at me and finally noticed I wasn't talking back. "Fuck! If you can hear me, I'm sorry!"

She sat on my plastic leg for a while. Just laying down for what felt like hours. Finally she spoke. "I wish the mirror granted wishes as we intend." Nothing happened "I wish I could get to the door." I felt something in my lower body change.

She looked over and looked shock at something between my legs. "Sorry!" She shouted. She walked over to what she was looking at. I couldn't see  due to the position of my head. But I felt a weird  feeling she twisted something and I felt something open, like a door.

She walked inside of me and I felt her open another one this time in my upper back where I touched the wall.

She ran back to the opening between my legs. "Ok. I'm going to get help. I'll be back. And she left. And now I'm stuck as a giant, flat chested doll, with giant detached boobs, who knows where, and two doors on my body. And to make everything worse I'm all alone.