My day started normal enough, I got up, had breakfest, went to work. Then an old lady left her purse in the store. I grabbed it and ran after her, just as her bus was pulling up. She said she wanted to thank me, but I told her it wasn't necessary. "And, besides, your bus is just about here."
The bus suddenly died but the lady paid no attention to it, and continued looking in her purse. Then, she pulled out a ring. "Here you are. Put this on your finger!" It looked like a plain brass ring with nothing special to distinguish it. Where a jewel or an engraving should be was just a flat, blank oval.
"I don't think it well fit." I said, trying not to hurt her feelings. "T'won't matter a bit!" she said. "Go ahead, slip it on your finger!" I put the ring on and, to my surprise, as it slid down my finger, it stretched and then contracted, until it was a perfect fit!
"Now, first thing you do is say 'I wish no one could take this ring off my finger!'" I repeated what she said, like I was in a trance. She smiled and said "From now on, this ring will grant your fondest wishes, what ever they may be! And you needn't worry about particulars the ring will not only know what you mean but also make whatever adjustments it needs to make it work."
After that, she said nothing, but turned, and got on the bus. As soon as she was on, the engine came to life again, to the surprise of it's driver and passengers, and the bus pulled away. My fondest wishes? She must be crazy, I thought. But then again, it did just adjust itself to fit on my finger.
I looked around, and saw a handsome guy across the street. Remembering what the old lady had said, I said "I wish the clothes of that man I'm looking at would disappear." And, just like that, he had nothing on. The man noticed and tried to cover up, which I didn't want. So I said "I wish that this was normal." and the man stopped trying to cover up and went about like normal, neither he nor the people on the street thought it was strange that he was naked, cock hanging out and pecs in full view.