I looked at her more carefully as she shrieked and tried to cover up. She was ... horrified, embarrassed, and exposed because of me... I felt terrible for her, and stupid... I froze, both curious and afraid of what would happen next, 20 or more seconds must have passed by, she had crouched to the ground and a crowd had immediately gathered obscuring my view.
I didn't want this, I asked for it, but I didn't think it through and my funny idea of a prank became some poor random person's mortification. "I wish she was back to properly clothed in the same outfit she had when she started walking on this street." My brain had finally turned back on. There were murmurs from the crowd telling me it worked.
I let out a heavy sigh of relief until some random dude screamed "Black Magic, she's evil or cursed! You all saw it, she was naked in the street and is now clothed without moving! She has shoes and socks, without lifting her feet off the pavement! Show me!" There were sudden shouts but his voice came through clearly, "This isn't some trick, This is magic!" I saw a man holding a shoe in the air for all to see.
There was a weird shift in the crowd as their shock and compassion for the woman shifted to confusion and fear, chaos began to erupt. A woman cried out "I saw it, she's dressed like a hoochie and god punished her with the shame of nakedness! We were the blessed ones to bear witness to it... God calls to us to enforce his justice!"
"No, no, no, no, no!" I muttered as things continued to escalate. "I wish everyone would forget everything about this... except I will remember... tomorrow." I didn't want to act weird around something weird that happened... I didn't think about security footage that might see the situation or realize that for me, "forgetting everything about this," included the handoff of the ring and learning what it could do...
The rest of my Sunday was a lot less exciting, and thankfully I didn't unknowingly wish for a snow-day or other dumb things, though my first wish would be hard to top on the dumb scale. I gave up on idle wishes back when I was somewhere between 7 and 9. I awoke to my alarm and got ready for an exciting day of high school!
Oh I meant it, in my most difficult class the teacher has this week off. We get a sub and will be watching movies and maybe have a quiz about the material end of class. It's the foundation of a wonderful week!
I pulled up my pants and felt the strange ring on my finger. I tried desperately but couldn't remove it yesterday. The memories came flooding back... you heard yourself wish confusedly "I wish no one could take this ring off my finger!" I and mom don't count as no one. Then the fiasco came back... Oof... "Umm, I wish that woman got her shoe back and wasn't injured when it was removed from her... probably forcibly."
I pondered everything that went wrong, and realized I had forgotten about the ring completely and vowed to myself to do better...
The rest of the morning including breakfast, waiting for the bus, and the ride to school, I was thinking about all the things. How wishes could go wrong, if I should tell anyone, if so who... what I could and should wish for, what I actually want from my life... it made for a real heavy start of the day but I guess that's to be expected when you hold reality in the ring on your finger.
By the time I got to school I decided to...