You call your friends over. You decide to call your three best friends. One of his friends was John, he was six feet tall and built big like a football player. Then there was Sam who was a smaller guy, he was about 5'4" and slim, he usually liked to Rollerblade. His last friend was Dawn, a girl who he liked a lot, she was 5'3", she had a decent sized B cup breast size, and brown hair that flowed down to her shoulders. Today she had her pulled up into a pony tail, and was wearing a tight pink t-shirt, and a black skirt. The guys were wearing t-shirts and shorts. All of us are 15 years old.
They all arrived and came up to my room.
"What's up?" asked John.
"I want to show you guys a magic ring that I have and your opinion about what I should do with it." I said.
"That can't happen," Sam said.
"Yeah it can, watch. I wish that Dawn's hair was blonde." I said. Just a few seconds after saying that, Dawn was standing with blonde hair.
Sam and John were standing there with their mouths hanging open. Dawn didn't seem to notice.
"What happened guys?" She asked. I then showed her a reflection of herself in a mirror. "No way, I can't have blonde hair," she then let her hair down and saw that it was blonde. "Wow I kinda like the look though, thank you."
"So what do you think I should do with it?" I asked.