Ms. Fahl looked down at herself (and everyone in the class looked at her) in amazement, as, where once there had been nothing, two small lumps suddenly appeared. The lumps began to get bigger, and bigger, and strained at the fabric and the buttons of her blouse. (She hadn't been wearing a bra. She hadn't needed one.)
"Joe," whispered Sharon next to me. "Are you doing this? And if you are, don't you think you'd better stop?!"
She was right. Ms. Fahl was starting to pass "well-endowed" and headed toward "freak of nature."
"I wish Ms. Fahl's breasts would stop growing, and that it would seem natural for her breasts to be so large."
The wish came true, but not as I'd anticipated. Ms. Fahl's entire shape began to change. She grew a tail, her hands and feet turned into hooves, horns grew from her temples, her face stretched out, and her new, beautiful breasts moved down to over her stomach, where they became -- udders!
My wish had turned Ms. Fahl into a cow!!!