There was a knock on the door, and the distracted Cassandra said “Come in!” without thinking.
Entering the room was her mother, albeit an altered version -- maybe 30 pounds heavier, with overdone makeup, frizzy blonde hair instead of the brown hair she used to have, and clad in a sweatshirt and short skirt instead of the professional clothing her mother would normally be wearing.
”Shit, Cassie, it’s been a while since you showed me your tits!” exclaimed her mother.
”What?” Cassandra wasn’t used to hearing profanity from her mother, nor was she used to hearing the nickname “Cassie.” It took her a second to realize the problem; she quickly turned to one side and put on the top as fast as she could.
”Forgot how nice they were,” said her mother. “Anyway, I’m gonna order pizza, so I wanted to know if you had a date or if I should get one big enough for you.”
”A date? What?” Between her fuzzy brain and the change to reality, Cassandra was having trouble processing things. “Mom, aren’t you cooking? You always cook.”
Her mother laughed with a snort. “What, is it Opposite Day or something? I wish I knew how to cook --“
”But you’re a good cook!” insisted Cassandra. She looked at her hand and saw the ring. “No, wait, it’s this thing!” She held up the hand and pointed to the ring. “I made wishes and they came true but it made everything different!”
The snort laugh again. “Honey, if a ring could grant you your wishes --“
”No, Mom, I used to be smart and there were lotsa books in here! And I wished for these tits! I used to have an A cup! And I wished to be popular with guys, so now I’m a bimbo --“
”Cassie, you were an A cup when you were 9!”
”No, Mom!” Cassie whined. She yanked the ring off her finger, stood up, and plopped it into her surprised mother’s hand. “Make a wish! You’ll see!”
”Okay, fine.” Cassie’s mother slid the ring onto the third finger of her left hand, which Cassie suddenly noticed didn’t have a wedding ring on it. “I wish I had bigger tits than my daughter -- something like a K cup. There! You see, it --“ She clamped her mouth shut as sparkles began to fly around her chest, and the small mounds under her sweatshirt quickly expanded. Within seconds, the sparkles dissipated, and Cassie’s mother appeared to be smuggling a pair of soccer balls.
”How did -- what did --“
”I told you, Mom, it’s that ring!”
Cassie’s mother pulled the sweatshirt off to reveal that the massive fleshy globes that were now attached to her chest were being held up by an industrial-strength white bra. “How did this get here?” she asked, waving toward the foundation garment. “I was wearing a different one -- it shoulda snapped into pieces!”
”I told you, Mom, it changes things! Like when I changed, it made my bedroom all different -- come on, Mom, can you wish me smart again right now, or at least give me the ring back?” Cassandra noticed her mother was now looking admirably at the jewelry on her finger, and added, “I swear I’ll wish some more stuff for you! Come on, I was the one who found it!”