Jenny quickly realized that she didn't have to take the bus anymore. "I wish I was riding to school in my own chauffeur-driven limo," she said.
Almost instantly, she found herself on a comfortable leather seat inside a huge stretch limo -- she could practically host a party in the passenger compartment! No time for that now, though. It was time for a few improvements. "I wish I was holding a hand mirror," she said.
One appeared in her hand. She thought for a few seconds and said, "I wish I had the face and body of a supermodel, and that my hair, makeup, and nails look like they were professionally done earlier this morning."
The face she saw in the mirror was now only vaguely recognizable as her. The deep blue irises of her wide eyes practically sparkled beneath long, black eyelashes. A coating of rouge emphasized her high cheekbones. She puckered her glossy red lips that were now slightly pouty and perfectly kissable.
She ran her long, square-tipped fingernails through the wavy platinum blonde hair that fell nearly to her waist and looked down at her clothes. Her standard high school cheerleader outfit was straining against her increased height and more dramatic curves, and the design didn't seem adequate anyway. Jenny said, "I wish I was wearing a really sexy outfit that fit my body perfectly, and I wouldn't have any problems with the dress code."
Her new outfit was still in her school's green-and-gold color scheme, only now it was a zebra-print miniskirt and matching halter top, plus a pair of green high-heeled sandals. A couple more wishes, and she was wearing what she thought was probably a million dollars' worth of diamond jewelry, in the form of a large necklace, a pair of earrings, and a trinket that dangled from her now-pierced navel. The latter made her feel a little bit naughty.
Satisfied that she'd finished improving herself for now, Jenny put the hand mirror down and sat back to enjoy the ride. However, looking out the windows of the limo, she soon noticed something odd.