"What's the problem? That's great! More money for me!" Jenny said. "Of course, I guess all I have to do is say 'I wish everyone's totally okay with that,' right?"
"Jenny, no!" exclaimed Cassie as the ring sent a stream of sparkles up into the ceiling, and with it, she could almost feel her objections floating away.
"What the fuck? What is that, some kind of fireworks in your ring?" Tatyana asked.
"Okay, I was gonna do some other stuff first, but since I ran into you, I'll help you out now," Jenny said. "I wish you were almost as good-looking as me."
"Shit!" yelled Tatyana as the sparkles hit her squarely in the chest. The fear on her face quickly turned to delight, though, and she ripped open the front of her robe to reveal her growing breasts. She reached out to run her hands over her milk-chocolate skin, her fingernails extending out into long French-tipped manicures as she did so. "Fuck, they're not implants anymore! So what about --" She reached back and yanked on her hair, which was already down to her waist but seemed to be gaining volume. "These aren't extensions anymore! How -- what --"
"Cassie found this ring that grants wishes, and she was nice enough to let her dear old mama use it," Jenny explained.
"Not exactly," Cassie muttered.
Tatyana stepped over to a wall-mounted mirror and was examining her altered face. "I sure am almost as good-looking as you -- shit, I look like I should be on magazine covers from the neck up! Course, when I go home, Jerome's not gonna recognize me."
"Nah, this ring is so amazing, everyone'll think you always looked this good!" Jenny told her.
"Maybe I should break up with him, then -- maybe he don't deserve me," said Tatyana. Under her open robe she had just a pair of panties, which she had pulled down a bit and said, "Man, even this looks better, but --" She let go of the panties as she turned back toward Jenny. "Can you make it so I won't have to shave anywhere? I don't know how your beauty treatment worked on that."
"I didn't think of that!" exclaimed Jenny. "Uh, I guess I wish women just didn't grow hair anywhere Tatyana doesn't want it." Once again, the sparkles shot upwards toward the ceiling. "We think that means it's changing the whole world, when they go up."
"The whole world?" Tatyana asked. "So I guess guys aren't always gonna have to come to a club or watch porn to see bald pussies, huh?"
"Oh, shit," said Jenny. "Nah, it's probably good if women don't have to take all that time shaving. Even Cassie should agree with that, right?"
Cassie dimly remembered some feminist arguments about women not shaving. "Um, I guess..."
"Cool, it's settled," said Jenny. "Besides, guys are definitely still gonna want to come here. Making you super hot was just the beginning. Let's go..."