The houses Jenny saw on both sides of the limo all looked like mansions, even bigger than the house she lived in, most of them with a circular driveway in front with a luxury car and/or a sports car and/or a limo visible. She saw a man on the sidewalk walking a dog, and did a double-take -- the man, dressed in a tank top and jeans, looked to be a well-muscled stud with a downright handsome face, and the dog seemed to be a perfect specimen of -- actually, she couldn't quite identify the breed, but whatever it was, it seemed like the quintessential canine.
The limo stopped, and Jenny heard the driver's door open and then close. She was flabbergasted to see out the window that she was being let out in front of a stone castle that looked like it was straight out of a description in a medieval fantasy novel. Once the chauffeur opened her door and gave her a hand to help her step out onto the curb, her jaw dropped as she realized the castle was where her high school should have been -- she saw the football field off to the right, although it appeared that thousands of La-Z-Boy- type reclining chairs had replaced the metal bench seats in the stadium stands.
Her limo pulled away, and another stretch limo pulled in to take its place. Meanwhile, she saw two black Cadillac Escalades go through the entrance to the student parking lot, followed by a red sports car, maybe a Ferrari or Lamborghini.
She turned back to see who was getting out of the other stretch limo. It was a red- haired woman, almost traffic-stoppingly beautiful, wearing an outfit that was little more than a lace teddy. "Oh, hey, Jenny!" she said excitedly, in a voice with more than a trace of an upper-class British accent. "I'll see you in third period."
"Uh, okay," said Jenny, faking a smile -- she had no idea who that was. The redhead hurried off, and Jenny followed at a slower pace.
She stopped when she saw the people in front of the school, standing around talking in small groups, as students normally did before the school day was supposed to start. All the females she saw had gorgeous faces and toned yet curvy bodies and were wearing sexy, skimpy outfits; all the males looked similar to that guy who was walking his dog, with tanned, muscular bodies and faces from a romance novel cover painting, not to mention tight T-shirts or tank tops, and a few of them not even wearing a shirt at all.
And then she saw the half-man, half-rabbit walk past, with no one giving him much of a second glance.
And then she saw the female centaur trot up to one of the groups -- half chestnut brown mare, and half brunette woman whose volleyball-sized breasts were being barely contained by a string bikini top. The group acted as if it was perfectly normal.
And then out of the corner of her eye, she saw something land on the ground. "Hey, Jenny," came a voice in her ear.
She turned and gasped. There stood someone looking like a cross between Halle Berry, Tyra Banks, and a pair of overripe honeydew melons, wearing a white minidress, and happening to have a pair of giant angel wings growing out of her back.
"What's the matter?" asked the winged woman. "I don't know why you don't ever try flying to school."
Jenny stammered, "Uh, I don't know -- I mean --"
The woman laughed. "Don't worry, I know flying's not for everybody," she said, and then looked back to say, "I wish my wings were gone." In the blink of an eye, to Jenny's amazement, they were.
Jenny blurted, "Holy shit, you've got wishing power!"
"Of course I do," said the woman, in a disbelieving tone. "Everybody does. Wait -- you didn't wish to forget about it, did you?"