I worked in a toy store, and my middle-aged female manager was yelling at me for ditching work. She had a history of being bitchy, and I wasn't appreciating her bothering me, especially now. I decided to make her more appreciative of her place of work. I made my wish.
As she continued walking forward, she grew younger. She lost weight, and her breasts gradually sagged less and rose more. She didn't seem to notice, though she did seemed a bit disoriented. Soon she seemed to be in her twenties, and was actually quite attractive with full breasts. Her clothing was already loose when she entered her teens, and her shoes flopped as she continued towards me. She moved more slowly now, and her clothing sagged. Her pants fell and she stepped out of her shoes, though she remained covered by her shirt, which was fine by me. I didn't want to see some little kid naked, which is what she was now, no more than six years old in body and mind.
It was kind of cute, this little girl in a massive uniform shirt, but I decided to give her more appropriate clothing. The shirt shifted into an apporpriate child's dress, her socks into a socks and child's shoes, and I wished for her to run rampant and play in the store happily. As she ran back to the store, I wished for her hair to become pigtailed, and it fashioned itself midair as she ran into the store.
I was pleased with myself, and kicked at my former manager's pants. I couldn't help but think I was forgetting something, however...