"I wish Mom was awake," said the girl.
Nothing happened.
"Oh, you may not be able to reverse other people's wishes," suggested Jessie. "Just try something else."
"Fine, I wish I was the most popular girl at school," said the girl. "But --" She stopped as she realized that her nightgown was changing its material, color, and shape, becoming what must have been her school's cheerleading uniform. A suddenly-larger pair of breasts pushed out the sweater, and the pleated skirt revealed legs that were longer and shapelier. Her brown hair lengthened and gained auburn highlights, styling itself into pigtails as her face was now covered with makeup instead of acne. Stunned, she stared at the manicured fingernails of the hand that held the bottle.
Jessie thought, Oh, right, still getting Mark's interpretation of wishes, so of course it made her more attractive, and a cheerleader. She said, "Master, perhaps I should have --"
The girl interrupted her by...