The screen focused on an image of two year-old girls sitting on the grass of the sidelines-some trying to struggle out of their clothes, some already free and toddling
around naked.
I closed my eyes for a moment, and carefully considered the exact wording of my wish before I said anything. "I wished the cheerleaders of the football game I am
watching right now would be restored to …" I paused, decided against the word "normal." " … to the way they were twenty seconds before they were
transformed into two year-olds."
Suddenly, the babies vanished, to be replaced by very attractive young women, virtually all of them in a state of partial or full undress-some of them were wearing
their clothes bunched up around their waists, because their sudden shrinking and then growing back up had put their clothing in disarray, exposing their ample
chests; those who had already struggled out of their clothes were fully naked. Some screamed; all of them tried to grab their clothes or hide themselves.
"I wish that all the cheerleaders of the game I am watching right now were completely naked, and that none of them thought anything was wrong with that."
The girls' frantic attempts to cover themselves stopped. They started standing and walking around as though not aware they were naked.
"I wish that no one within a 5-mile radius of these women who sees them will think there is anything wrong with their being naked or try to cover them up." A stray
thought made me feel a little guilty, and I added, "I wish that it doesn't rain, or snow, or get cold, or that the cheerleaders will be injured or uncomfortable in any
way because of being naked."
I watched the television for a moment, pondering my handiwork. Then a thought struck me. What about the football players themselves?