Rachel threw the wand in the sink, as it now sputtered with smoke. Once the smoke died down, she threw the wand the trash compactor and turned the compactor on. With that done, she quickly went up to her room to prepare for another day. Having just gotten from her shift at Soli-Bucks, a national smoothie chain, she quickly ran upstairs to her room and proceeded to take off her work attire. Soon, the door was closed and she was tearing off her mandatory pink shirt removing her white capri-length slacks. Soon, Rachel stood in her room with nothing but a pair of plane white panties, bra, and the mandatory pink ankle socks that her manager made her wear. Being the smart girl that she was, Rachel had figured out rather quickly that her manager, a 22 year-old community college student name Brandon, had a strange fetish for ankles. And while she would have objected, she did not have proof of his fetish and, so far, he had not done anything worth bring up. She did not even hate the ankle socks honestly, she just wished she was wearing at least crew length socks instead.
Rachel suddenly felt something glide over he ankles. Yelping in fear, she staggered back and onto her bed. Sitting up quickly, Rachel glanced around looking for an insect, open window, something that could explain what she had felt. With no clear answer in sight, she quickly looked to her feet and was surprised to find that her feet were now clad in crew length, pink socks. They were the same brand as the socks she was wearing just moments ago... no, they were the same socks. They had the same signs of wear on them... it was so strange.
Rachel began to think through what had happened. It only took her a few seconds to draw upon the idea of the wish. Had it really been as simple as that? Just wishing for it? She had to try again. She decided to try something small and wished the her socks would obtain a thick white stripe along the arch of the sock. There was a slight white glow and sure enough the socks obtained a white stripe. Rachel was growing excited, but she held her excitement inside and continued to experiment. She decided to change her socks again, this time changing them into toe socks. Sure enough, another second later, she was looking at ten individually wrapped toes. This was amazing. The she decided to get creative. Soon, her socks had transformed into thigh length rainbow toe-socks. During the process she tested certain aspects of her new power. She learned she did not have to append the phrase, "I wish" to any of her statements. She also learned she could guide the transformation by use of touch, if she so chose. The socks were amazing and she could not believe she'd been able to just will them into existence.
Happy with her footwear, Rachel looked to her undergarments. With a sweep of both hands down her sides, the white and bland undergarments were replaced with a comfortable black bra and matching panties. They were soft and comfortable to the touch as well as perfectly form fitting. This was amazing... but Rachel's mind soon asked the all important question of... what else could she do...