Before she could get any dumber, Cassandra quickly said, “I wish I had my normal intelligence.”
Her head stopped feeling fuzzy, and she let out a sigh of relief. What she didn’t realize, though, was that her lowered intelligence now seemed normal to her. She didn’t remember getting A’s in the advanced classes at school; she now had a C-plus average in the general classes. She also didn’t see any need to change that fact, since she believed that the boys wouldn’t like girls who were too smart.
Instead, she put on the bra and the tiny pink top and stood up to model in the full- length mirror. She stumbled briefly, and said to herself, “God, I wish I was totally comfortable, like I wore really high heels all the time.”
She felt the sensation of her feet adjusting to a different angle, and it was only then that she realized what she’d said. She looked down to see that her sandals had turned into pink pumps with 6-inch stiletto heels. “Oh, yeah,” she said with a little giggle. “This ring makes it so everything changes, like the whole world.” She gasped. “And my closet!”
She walked the couple of steps to the closet door and opened it. Cubbyholes for shoes covered the entire right-hand wall of the closet, and every one was filled with a sexy pair with high heels: everything from clear platforms to leather ankle boots. On the floor of the closet sat a number of pairs of high-heeled boots, most vinyl in a variety of colors. She ran her hands over a pair of thigh-high black boots.
Cassandra then turned her attention to the actual clothes in the closet. Half were skimpy, sexy outfits. The rest were less so. She wrinkled her nose. It was because of that darn dress code.
”But I’ve got this ring!” she remembered, and tried to think of a good wish. “Uh, I wish all my clothes were really skimpy and showed off my body a lot, ‘cause that’s just what all girls wear, ‘cause there’s no dress code, and, uh, we don’t get cold or anything.”
A brilliant white volcano of sparks came out of the ring and up to the ceiling of the closet, appearing to shoot through. After that, nothing seemed to happen for a few seconds, but then Cassandra noticed the contents of her closet shifting.
”Oh, wow, it’s happening!” she exclaimed, watching a pair of jeans quickly shrink and change color, becoming gold booty shorts. She then turned her attention to a white blouse that lost its sleeves, its buttons, and then its lower half, becoming nothing more than a tiny vest.
She felt fabric crawling across her own skin and looked down to see that her breasts were covered by only a pink string bikini top, and her skirt was literally only a couple of inches long with ties on both sides; the pink thong bottom of the bikini was very obvious, its waistband above the top of the skirt.
”This is so cool!” she said. She looked around her room, and noticed that the women in the posters on her walls now had much smaller outfits, revealing more of their model, actress, or pop star bodies.