You looked over and saw her, the girl from your school you absolutely hated;
Skylar Preston.
She was rich, she was popular, and worst of all. She was attractive. She had obviously dyed blonde hair, she was skinny with a perfect firm and round butt, two C cup breasts (bordering on D’s) which she loved to advertise with her clothing. She always wore makeup and looked flawless. That was the problem. You weren’t the best looking guy or anything, but you weren’t ugly and you knew it. Skylar just had the advantage of money.
You wished she was naked, all of a sudden, her clothes tore into shreds around her body, the pieces fell to the ground as people turned to stare at the 15 year old girl wearing nothing. She attempted to cover herself with her handbag, but she couldn’t hide the fact that she was fully naked in the middle of town.
You watched as she was socially tortured. You couldn’t deny she was attractive, but you hated her so much. She had been so mean to you and your two best friends. Niko, who was a short boy with big glasses and braces, he was slightly chubby around the edges but was sweet at heart. And Emily, your best friend since Preschool, she’d always been there for you. She was skinny, not a curve on sight. She was a lesbian, she told you over 2 years ago when you were thirteen. Skylar had made fun of and socially tortured your friend group for years on end. This was your perfect opportunity to get that revenge you always wanted.
As Skylar stood there trying to ignore the obvious stares, you realised another perfect opportunity.
“I wish that Skylar isn’t naked and nobody remembers her being naked,” you said. All of a sudden, the shreds of clothing that were scattered on the ground flew back to Skylar’s body, repairing themselves. Skylar looked in utter confusion as to what was happening, as people stopped looking and went on with their day like nothing happened. You watched as her face suddenly changed, she brushed herself off and began walking like nothing ever happened. You guessed it was now only you who remembered her being naked.
You took your opportunity for an experiment and took it,
“I wish Skylar Preston is secretly in love with me and thinks about me all the time,” you say, the ring gives off the same little vibration feeling it always does that you failed to really notice before. Skylar stopped dead in her tracks, she shook her head and began walking again.
Maybe being patient would be the best option here.