She paused. "Well..I..don't really..I don't really know.." she said, looking mildly distressed.
"I wish you wouldn't worry about it any more," I said aloud, and watched the upset look fade. I made a silent
wish that her clothes would appear in her arms and that she wouldn't think anything odd. A moment later, a top
and long skirt were in her possession. She glanced down at them, but didn't say a word.
"I wish you'd get dressed; I know nobody cares, but it just seems silly, having you naked out here for the
world to see," I said. I wasn't really bothered about her nudity, but it just seemed a bit odd. Perhaps it was
because I wasn't used to being able to get my way yet.
She nodded and slipped into them; apparently my subconscious was having a bit of fun, as she didn't have a bra
or underwear, and the top had a plunging neckline that still displayed her cleavage. "Well, anyway," she
sighed, "I need to get going, James.."
"I wish you would invite me to come along with you," I said. I was still somewhat testing what the ring could
do. Cathy was a bitch under most circumstances, and largely dismissive of me when we'd be around each other at
family gatherings. Admittedly, mom got it worse than I did, but Cathy was more direct with me. With mom, she
tended to do the passive aggressive type stuff. With me, she had always been quite blunt that she didn't think
I was smart enough, attractive enough, or successful enough.
She sighed again, still clearly not thrilled with the arrangement, even as the wish took effect. "You want to
tag along, James? You look like you're bored."
"I'd love to," I said with a grin. "I have a feeling today's gonna be very different."
She stared at me like I'd grown another head. "What the fuck's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," I said, smiling cryptically.
Her face grew annoyed as she started walking. "You know this is the sort of shit that keeps you from getting
laid, James. You're a weird kid."
I couldn't help but rankle at the snarky attitude. First off, I was hardly a kid. I was twenty now. Sure, she
was twice my age, but it was clear the way she'd meant it-that I wasn't worth her time or respect. Secondly, I
actually HAD gotten laid before. Not a ton, but I'd had a string of girlfriends, and several of them had been
QUITE intimate with me. Still, it was more than a little interesting to see how the universe would adjust to
my wishes.
As we walked, I silently made a wish that anything I brought up in conversation with Cathy would be true, even
without being directly wished for, as long as I started the sentence with "I heard". This was again more for
my own curiousity than anything else. I needed to know how convenient or inconvenient the ring could be, the
limits of its power (if any), and most importantly if there was any backlash from wishing.
"I heard you weren't really my aunt," I said as we walked.
She nodded. "Yep, I'm your 'aunt'," she said, making air quotes around the last word. "Your mom and I have
known each other since we were seven though. I even call your grandparents mom and dad; most people don't know
that she and I aren't sisters. But yeah...you and I aren't related at all."
"Wow," I smirked. "That's good to know." In my mind, suddenly it didn't bother me even in the slightest that
I'd seen her naked. I began to watch the bounce of her breasts in the shirt, and the side to side sway of her
ass in the long skirt. My mind began to wander in what seemed like a dozen different directions at once, many
of them rather perverse and uninhibited. I mean, I DID have this ring..I could make any of them come true. I
worried for a moment though at getting too hurried; this ring seemed too good to be true, even moreso when you
factored in the seemingly unlimited power it granted. What if there was a catch? With that in mind, I spoke
again.
"I heard..."