She frantically looked for all of her clothes, or at least for something to hide behind, but to no avail. She began crying, and crouched behind a mail box. You feel the need to double check that what is happening is really happening, and so ask another wish out loud.
"I wish I knew who this girl was," you say.
Instantly you feel your mind begin to fill with new memories that had not been there before. Her name was Faye, and she was here for a few weeks on an exchange programme. She did not speak very much English, but she was learning quite quickly. She was very homesick, and wished the people she had been meeting were more accepting, as a lot of them thought she was odd.
"Wow," you say.
Apparently you really are all powerful...
"I wish I spoke perfect French," you say.
You can feel it. You can feel your mind fill with the perfect French vocabulary.
"Bonjour là, belle dame. Queest-ce qu'une gentille fille comme vous fait sans des vêtements dessus ? Qu'est produit ? Avez-vous besoin d'une main ?" you call across the street...
(Translation: Hello there, beautiful lady. What's a nice girl like you doing with no clothes on? What's happened? Do you need a hand?)
You would mentally undress her, but there is no need. You feel yourself getting aroused at the sight of her...