"Call me Colleen! Every time you call me 'Sis' you sound like you're grunting."
"All right, Colleen, but please. What do you have to be embarrassed about?"
"I'm pretty sure I was naked," she says. "I mean as naked as the day I was born. If that happened, people would stare at me. And you know how I hate people staring."
She was right. I knew exactly how much she hated being judged for her appearance. Ever since she sprouted boobs, she has hated the attention from men. She was hit on for the first time by a grown man when she was twelve. When she was thirteen, a university boy who didn't know any better asked her to a beer party. When she walks down the street, even old married men stop and stare. She has the kind of body fashion models pay good money to get and maintain.
So instead of letting herself be beautiful, she tries to disguise herself behind bulky men's jeans and a sexless haircut. She looks like she's trying to be a butch lesbian, but I happen to know she's straight. She just wants a man who will judge her for her soul and not her body. And she hasn't met that man yet. I'm the only friend she has.
Wait, that's it. I know her spirit, and for all her superficial spitefulness, she's a great girl. We're best friends. I don't judge her for her looks. But what if I could see her as my friend, and my sister, and a beautiful woman?
I know what my next wish will be.
"Forget about what happened out there, Colleen," I tell her. "Why don't you show me what you bought at the store today?"
As I say that, I wish that she bought something really feminine. Something that will show off her figure, without making her look like a whore. Slinky but modest. That's what I want to see. And I want her to not be shy about me seeing her in it.
As I finish that wish, Colleen reaches into a shopping bag and pulls out a remarkable dress. It's kind of a neutral beige, with a high turtleneck and embroidered sleeves. It looks like it ought to be bland, but it's also a really slim cut, and when the light hits it, I realize it's semi-see-through. Exactly what I wanted: slinky but modest.
"Let me go to my room and try it on, and you can tell me what you think."
Scarcely are the words out of Colleen's mouth then I make my next wish.
"Or I can try it on right here." Colleen shrugs off her bulky sweater and jeans, and stands before me for just a moment in only her bra and panties. She doesn't blush. She doesn't even notice she's half naked; she's too busy looking at the dress in her hands. I lick my lips. My friends are right: my sister has an amazing body.
Except for one thing. That horrible, gender-neutral hair. I squeeze the ring in my fist and make a wish. Suddenly Colleen's hair spills out in long auburn locks, with gentle blonde highlights. She doesn't even notice. Amazing.
Colleen lifts the dress up in her arms and lets it slide down over herself. I watch the fabric tumble down past her firm tits, her round hips, her sleek thighs. My sister's taut, toned body fills out her dress perfectly. I look her up and down, memorizing what I see.
And in that moment, I decide I will get that dress off my perfect sister again tonight, come hell or high water. I will see that dress in a heap with my clothes at the foot of our parents' bed. One way or another, this very night, I will have my sister.