”I wish you were dressed in a stripper type of outfit,” Matt said.
Ashley felt her clothes crawling over her skin. Both her denim skirt and her tank top were shrinking. Within just a few seconds she was wearing a top that was little more than a bra, and a skirt that was only a couple of inches long and slit up one side, tied at the top. Both turned into some shiny silver material, and then sequins began popping into existence; before long, the outfit was completely covered. The only good news was that she felt a little taller, which a quick examination proved was because her wedge sandals were now silver high heels with tall platforms, maybe over 6 inches.
”Wow, that’s great,” said Matt. “Let’s see -- I wish that any clothes or shoes you put on would magically, instantly turn into something like what you’re wearing now.”
”What?!” exclaimed Ashley. “That’s it. I’m waking Mom up from her nap.” She turned away from Matt, toward the door.
”She won’t think anything’s wrong,” said Matt, which stopped Ashley. “Remember, I wished no one but us would notice any changes.”
”Oh, come on,” said Ashley. “We go shopping together all the time. Don’t you think she’d notice if some clothes I was trying on suddenly changed?”
Matt shrugged. “Maybe she doesn’t. Or maybe there’s some explanation. All I know is, if you leave this room, I’ll make it even worse for you. Actually, even if you take any more steps toward the door.”
”What could be worse than this?” asked Ashley, taking a step backward.