"...call me Trish. Jeez, do you still call our parents 'mommy' and 'daddy' too? You're such a child! Following me home, hanging around all the time, don't you have anything better to do?" Trish grabbed her bags off the counter and headed off into the bathroom. She slammed the door and turned the lock with a loud 'snick'.
I was hurt by her harsh words, and decided instead of telling her about the ring I'd play a few pranks on her instead. I went into the living room and wished that the wall there would work like a one way mirror to let me see into the bathroom, but it would look normal from the inside and to anyone else in the living room.
The wall faded out of view and I could see Trish rooting through her bags. She pulled out a top and held it up to look at herself in the mirror. With the wall transparent it was like she was holding it up to model for me!
She set the strappy blue camisole down and grabbed the hem of her t-shirt. She pulled it off and tossed it in a corner as she shook out her long brown hair. Then she leaned forward making funny faces into the mirror. I giggled and she turned to scowl at the door before going back to making faces. I grabbed the remote and turned on the tv, finding an afternoon sitcom with a loud laugh track.
She must have been checking her makeup or something, since when I looked back she was applying eyeshadow and had a few other cosmetics on the counter. She was wearing a plain white bra, nothing special. I decided that for my first wish I'd make the view a little more interesting.