Cassandra was feeling a little aroused, so the next wish seemed obvious: “I wish there was a boy from school in here with me, and I wish no one minded or thought it was weird or is gonna disturb us or anything.”
Sparks flew out of the ring and started whirling around near where Cassandra was standing, quickly forming the shape of a boy. She was a bit disappointed to see that the shape was Robert Melvin, one of the nerdiest boys at school.
He put a couple of books down on her desk and said, “Uh, so do you want to start with math or science or what?”
”Huh?” Cassandra asked, but then realized, “Oh, you’re here to tutor me!”
”Y-yeah,” said Robert, a weird expression on his face. “Uh, don’t take this the wrong way, but I thought we went over that. Your parents are paying me, and, so, uh, we should really get started --“
”No, wait, you know about sciencey stuff and all that, right?” asked Cassandra.
”Uh, yeah...”
”Then you should see this ring!” she exclaimed. “I’ve been using it to make wishes, and they all come true, and it’s like lots of stuff changes instead of just what I wish for!”
”Wait, what?” asked Robert. “First of all, wishing would be magic, not science, and second of all, I hate to break it to you, but wishes don’t come true.”
”But I wished for bigger boobs,” Cassandra said, gesturing toward the large globes that were being barely held in by her pink bikini top. “And I wished to be popular, and it changed a lot of stuff. Oh, and I wished I could wear clothes like this all the time.”
”But you are popular,” pointed out Robert. “And you do wear clothes like that -- all girls do -- all women do.”
”Yeah, just like I wished,” insisted Cassandra.
”No, it’s this special layer of fat you have that means you never really get too cold --“
Cassandra let out a loud groan. “Let me do something -- uh, I wish you had no zits ever and didn’t need to wear glasses.”
Robert saw a small shower of sparks emerge from the ring on Cassandra’s finger and fly toward his face, too fast for him to move out of the way. He didn’t feel anything, though, except the weight of his glasses suddenly being removed. And he no longer saw the frames in his peripheral vision. Despite that, he was seeing Cassandra clear as a bell. He blinked and looked around the room -- everything was clear. He put his fingers to his face -- no glasses, but also no bumps.
”Oh, my God,” said Robert.
”See? I told you,” Cassandra said.
”I have to sit down,” Robert explained as he plopped down into Cassandra’s desk chair, weak in the knees.
”And it doesn’t have to be just you!” exclaimed Cassandra. “Uh, I guess you should look at me and the posters on my wall -- uh, I wish something you find sexy would change about all the girls in the world.”
Robert was looking, and what he saw was...