"What the fuck?!" you stammer, agape at Krystal's new boobs and platinum blonde hair. "What happened?!"
Krystal just giggles -- uncharacteristic for her regularly sardonic demeanor.
"You spilled, silly!" she says, grabbing the paper towels. As she passes you, you notice that her ass has received a similar treatment, transforming her formerly loose sweat pants into some unbelievable curves.
"No," you say. "You're stacked like a porn star."
Krystal smiles and blushes, unaware that, once again, her hourglass figure is suddenly expanding, this time before your very eyes.
"They're getting bigger!" you say by mistake and, again, they do. This time there's an extra wrinkle, though as Krystal looks down in shock, noticing a change for the first time.
"My boobies!" she says, as her taut tank top suddenly tore, causing two truly massive orbs of mammary flesh to spill out, somehow in seeming defiance of gravity itself.
You realize what's happening. It's you. It's exactly what you had been told in your dream. Whatever you say becomes real. But why didn't Kayla notice at first? Then it dawns on you.
"Kayla, you are seven feet tall."
"I am aware," says your suddenly towering roomie, but how on Earth did my boobs just grow?"
"Kayla, you're shrinking to four feet tall."
"If only," she starts. "I would love to -- Hey! What's happening?!"
She's shrinking right before your eyes and she knows it. It's because when you said she was seven feet, she simply was seven feet and acted as though she always had been. If it was said that she'd grow to seven feet, however, that process would occur and she would be aware.
"Fascinating," you smile.