Olivia's look of wonder had turned to slight dismay. "But -- but I don't feel like me anymore, Mommy," she quietly protested. "I wish I was my regular self again."
Jarred started to say something, but Olivia's mother interrupted. "Don't grant that. Honey, this is your regular self now."
"But, Mommy --"
"No, listen, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! When are we ever again going to run into a nice person with a magic ring? I promise, you'll thank me later."
"No, I won't," Olivia insisted.
Her mother rolled her eyes. "Yes, you will. Listen, all we need to do is make it so you won't have any issues now that you look different. I wish everyone would recognize you as the beautiful slut you are now."
Jarred glanced at Sam, who grinned and gave his friend a little nod, so Jarrad just said, "I wish that were true."
Olivia's blonde hair lightened to a platinum color as it grew to the top of her ass, developing a noticeable wave and teasing itself out around her head. The makeup on her face became more obvious and brightly colored, her fingernails growing out into a French manicure. Several bracelets appeared on each arm, large hoop earrings dangled from her earlobes, and a black choker encircled her neck with silver letters spelling out "SLUT."
Olivia was obviously aghast, but didn't speak. Her mother was amazed. "That's -- that's not quite what I meant, but it's amazing. Everyone who sees her for the rest of her life is going to know she's a woman in charge of her own sexuality! I wish I could get the same treatment!"
Sam piped up with, "Your wish is Jarred's command."
Jarred shook his head at his friend, but said, "I wish she got the same treatment as her daughter."
Within seconds, Olivia's mother had a much more curvy body, a much more revealing version of a tank dress hugging it, and similar hair, makeup, and jewelry to what her daughter now possessed. She reached up and ran a hand through her nearly-white, silkier locks.