Alfie’s sister!?
Alright alright, I admit it… I knew who she was.
I mean, what was I supposed to do. This woman was HOT! I mean hot, when I say hot as well. But I guess I should’ve considered the fallout from this decision.
Across the street, standing totally nude, was Jackie Hilton, sister to Alfie Hilton. Since the start of Freshman year I’ve had my eyes glued to her, as have the rest of my friends. Alfie is a decent guy, kinda funny I guess, but honestly, he’s been a real jackass recently.
A few of my friends are girls, nice girls too! They’re all nice, pretty, but Alfie keep on trying to pinch at their skirts and their asses. And that’s only the tip of the iceberg. It pisses me off!!!
So maybe this is an opportunity for payback, to mess with him. I mean he definitely deserves it for everything he’s been doing.
“I wish no one remembers any of this happened… except me. That Jackie has all her clothes back on, and she invites me over to Alfie’s house,”
Sure enough, she starts walking over to me. The pieces of her clothing appear on her body and everyone goes back to how they were before, as if nothing happened.
“Hey Joe,” she said,
“Hey Jackie, what’s up?” I reply, trying my absolute best not to look at her cleavage,
“I was just wondering if you wanted to come over to my house?”
“Really?”
“Yeah! I don’t… I don’t really know why,” she says, seeming suddenly very confused,
I expected the wish to make up some reason, but clearly it didn’t do that for me. I guess I’ll have to wish up a reason. I quietly, under my breath, say, “I wish Jackie invited me over… because she thinks I’m really cool and likes having me around!”
“Right! I just think you’re really cool,” she says,
“And you like having me around?” I asked,
“Exactly!” She said, “c’mon, let’s go!” She says happily, suddenly reversing her direction to where she came from.
“Hey, did you hear anything I said before?” I asked her,
“Like what?” She replied, puzzled,
“Like, anything that included me wishing for something?”
“Uhm… no I don’t think so. Why?” She questioned,
“No reason… I wish I had a moustache,” I stated randomly. She didn’t seem to react whatsoever. But I could clearly feel my top lip getting itchier. From underneath my nose, I could see a dark moustache suddenly forming above my top lip. It was so strange, it felt so furry, like a weird eyebrow but a lot thicker and bristlier.
“Do you notice anything weird about me?” I ask, turning to look at Jackie,
“What do you mean?” She asked,
“Like, does anything about me look different from when you saw me earlier?”
“Not that I can tell… why? Did you change something? Your hair?”
“Not even the moustache?”
“Uhm, I can’t tell any changes. Sure it’s kinda weird for a 15 year old to have a moustache as thick as yours, but I think it’s kinda cool,” she replies, confirming your suspicion,
“Interesting…” you add. You both continue on your way, finally arriving at her house.
She opens the door and suddenly you are greeted by…