Brie's eyes lit up as she said, "Become my sister."
I sensed a trick, but not wanting to tip her of I feigned confusion and asked "Why do you want me to become your sister?"
Brie shrugged and said, "I'm an only child and I've wished that I had a younger sister. If the ring can really grant wishes that would be a great test." Her eyes took on a puppy dog look and she said, "Please say you will wish to be my sister. It would make me very happy if it happens."
I sighed and asked, "How old do you want me to be?" wondering if she was really trying to trick me, or if I was just paranoid.
Brie smiled and said, "I think two years younger than me will be good. That will make you sixteen. I even have the way you should phrase the wish."
"So how should I phrase the wish?"
"I'm glad you asked," Brie said her smile getting bigger. "What you need to say is, 'I wish that I am sixteen year old Richelle Ainsworth younger sister of Brie Ainsworth.' This should be clear enough to where it won't be twisted and produce undesired results."
I immediately saw the flaw in her way of formulating the wish. If I did say it as she did, I would forget the current reality, only remembering my new life as her sister. So instead I whispered "I wish to know why Brie Ainsworth want me to say such wish and say it that way." I instantly discovered that she was a descendant of Mordroch, and knew very well that it was the true thing and worked. Her objective was to make the ring return to her family and finally have her mother, a powerful witch named Annabelle Ainsworth, be proud of her.
"Good thinking Brie, but I didn't fall for your trap. Don't worry trough, I can imagine another way to make the ring go back to your family. That said, don't expect to escape punishment."
Not loosing a second, I said "I wish I was Annabelle Ainsworth, mother of Brie Ainsworth, with the body and all the knowledge, authority and powers that come with it, but without forgetting my current life and the memories and knowledge that come with it, nor loosing my morals for the ones of the current Annabelle Ainsworth."
I felt my entire body change slowly. And while it caused some atrocious pains, it also gave me some unexplainable pleasures. And even more pleasures were given by the powers growing in my body. To me, the changes seemed to take hours. But as the powerful and experienced witch I now was, I knew it took less than a second.
Looking at myself, I noticed that I now was a splendid MILF with gravity defying D-cup breasts without any sign of sagging which I only put in a bra so I could pass for an ordinary person. I had fair skin and long red hairs, and was surprised to see that I was wearing a pair of blue-jeans and a black Iron Maiden t-shirt. Taking a compact-mirror from my pursue, I saw a sexy face that looked younger than my true age, and deep, soulful green eyes.
"So mother, what will be my punishment? And for that matter, what did I do that need punishment?"
Of course with the way I formulated my wish Brie, my daughter, couldn't remember trying to make my former self wish himself into her little sister, but somehow still remembered I said I was going to punish her. That said the new past wasn't totally fixed yet, so I could influence it with my next words. If I played my cards right…
"Punishment? Oh honey, I only said that because you hadn't recognized me and decided to play along. Honestly, trying to trick a stranger into wishing themselves into your little sister, so the ring would be back where it belong was pure genius! Such quick-thinking is praiseworthy." You see, my former self may have thought of protecting his morals from the previous Annabelle, he didn't think to do so from my coven or witches in general.
"Now lets us hurry. I may be our coven's leader, it doesn't excuse us being late for one of our meeting."
"Not even with the good news of you obtaining the ring?"
"Especially with the ring returning to us! Now let us go so our coven can plan how to make the world a better place for everyone."