'Eh, even if I don't need to, I might as well!' you think, and get up to use your mirror.
"I wish I had a valley girl accent." You say, and your throat feels funny. "Mhm, like, wow La la. Ooh, man I can dig like, ya know, this voice. It's a bit complicated though. All my words are shiftin' to other ones. Actually, man that gives me another idea," you say to yourself.
"I wish that I sounded like a dumb, like, wow brainless bimbo. So, man like, man my voice would be valley-girled, man then bimboed, mostly then valley girled again! Gag me with a pitchfork!" you say, and your throat feels funny again. "Testin', mostly mostly testin' one two dwea. Gime a C Gime an O! Oh, wow! Gime a C! Gime a K! What doez dat spel? A bitchin'est juicy cock!" That's a bit busy, and you can't understand yourself, now.
"ME, like, like, wow so like, man Totiez wish dat, man like, man ME cudd turn of duh bit of duh, mostly like, fer shure wish dat changiez what ME say, like soo, fer shure like, mostly it'd only change how ME, basicly fer shure like, like totaly say it." (I wish that I could turn off the bit of the wish that changes what I say, so it'd only change how I say it.) Another tickle, and you try again. "Yo, It's your girl, Mae Oceanid, takin' the world by storm!" Seems like it worked. Now, to change how you look.
"I wish that my skin was the colour of bronze," you say, and your skin tingles, shifting colours to a nice yellow tan colour. "I wish that my hair looked like it was made of gold, with a jet-black metalic streak for one of my bangs," you say, and your hair shifts, turning a deep golden colour, like your swimsuit's secondary colour. Your left bang turns a metalic black, like the primary colour of your swimsuit. Your eyes turn silver, just to fit the metal theme. You look at your soft, squishy body, and say "I wish that I had a swimmer's musculature." Suddenly, all the fat on your body hardens, minus your firm, spherical chest, and some of your ass. Your musculature defines itself, turning you into a muscle-girl lover's dream. You walk over to your driveway, seeing it empty. "I wish that I was 21 years old, and super rich with a trust fund that'll effectively give me an upper-class salary without having to do anything. I wish that I was well known about around town, but not well known about."
You walk back inside, and get a dress shirt, and drape it over your shoulders. You grab your black and gold purse, and look inside: after a few seconds, you find a driver's license, and confirm you are 21, but looking at your driveway, it's still empty. "I wish that I had a modern car, but retro style, so it looks like it's from the 1950's or 60's, but with all modern luxuries. It's a sports-y amphibious convertible, that can comfortably carry 4 people." Before you look, you say, "I wish it was black and gold," because you have a theme here!
It looks like an Amphi-car, an Aero-car, and a 40's corvette had sex. A few wishes later, and it can drive on the sand as easily as the road. You get in the car, and... nothing. You giggle and say, "I wish that I was an expert driver." A few minutes later, and you're flying down the road, your long hair flapping in the breeze. You park close to the public beach and see that not a lot of people are there. It's understandable, seeing as the ocean seems as flat as a mirror, and the sky looks so gray, taking a grayscale picture would have no effect. Because of your wish that you wouldn't be able to feel the cold, you fail to notice the bitting winds.
You examine the beach and see Tim and a very hot girl standing together. You quickly make a few wishes, to surprise Tim. You sneak up behind him and grab around his neck.
"Oh Tiiimmm~~" you say, "I'm here!"
"Huh?" he says, before he turns around. "Hoh, my! Mae, what er you doin' here?"
"Well, you wished I was here with you," you say bending at the waist, "And here I am!" You turn around and give your hand to the now bright red girl. "And who are you?" you ask, examining her. She's very cute. She's at exactly the right height for you to 'accidentally' give her marshmallow hell whenever you hug. Her light brown hair is in a bun, her dusky skin turned bright red by your show. Her heart shaped face is in a mix of lust and embarrassment, her amber eyes trying to look anywhere but your bountiful cleavage. Her soft, kissable lips, unmarred by lipstick, quiver in arousal. You can't tell much else, however, due to her skin-tight wetsuit, you can tell her general body shape. She's well built, her muscles poking through the thick material. Her ass and tits are nothing to write home about, but her thighs are thicc enough.
"Um, Um, I'm Aki'Aki," she says, "And you are?" even her Hawaiian accent is adorable, but still rough enough to make you wild.
"Mae Oceanid," you shake her hand, "I'm Timmy's old friend."
"Yeah, speakin' of," Tim says, "I don't think we can practice today. There aren't any waves! Or sun!"
"Really?" you ask, sauntering around Aki, making her blush even brighter. "At my place, there aren't any clouds. Waves are eh," you say, resting your tits on Aki's shoulders. "It changes with the tides, but," you say, bringing up your wrist. A quick wish under your breath later, a very very nice watch is resting on your wrist. Black and gold, of course. "If we rush, we could hit the best waves, on my private beach."
"Really?" Tim says, looking like a kid in a candy store. At your nod, he rushes over, and grabs your outstretched hand. You're pretty sure he'd have bear hugged you, were you not using Aki as a titty rest. "You're the best friend ever!" You laugh, a seductive, slow chuckle.
"Well, come with me," you sing, "And you'll be," you saunter over to the car, both of them following you, "In a world of pure imagination~" You're all driving down the road, having stuffed their surfboards in your car's infinite boot, and having fun.
You've reached your house, and both Aki'Aki and Tim are getting set up on the beach, and Aki's voice rings over your house. You're getting your things together, when you hear a 'clip-clop' ring out from the street. Looking out the window, you see a gruff mounted officer on a massive horse. You can tell he's here for you, but what are you going to do about it.