“Well, that's easy. It's a cow!” Jen claimed happily. I nodded softly back to her/ “I know it's a little odd.
Most folks don't think much of cows, cause they are big and smelly. But I like 'em. They're cute and nice
enough if you know 'em. Oh! Have you ever seen a baby calf bouncing around all without a care in the world? Oh
my gawd, it's so cute!” I tried to keep a straight face. It looked like I had started Jen on some tangent, and
she wasn't likely to stop soon.
Luckily, Holly returned then. “Jen, why are you bothering Joe? Get back to work.” She snapped as she entered
the shop. With one hand she sipped her latte, while the other tugged at her cardigan, a few beads of sweat
forming along her brow. Jen shut up real fast, and hopped back to work, mumbling an apology. The boss kept
glaring at me, even whilst I toiled away with these books, which looked to be about half past gone. And
speaking of half past, I looked to the clock, confirming the timing for Ms Depping to use the little girls
room. When she got to the door though, she found it locked. “Oh for Christ’s sakes... Hurry Up!” She jiggled
the knob, pressing her legs together.
“Just a moment!” We heard through the door, Sara still in it. Holly didn't look to pleased, shifting from one
foot to the other. While watching her stand near the bathroom door, I decided to have a little more fun with
her. Silently, I wished that her sweater would grow smaller, tighter, and hotter. Almost instantly, I saw
slack lines in the cardigan tighten up. I only got to see it for a moment though, before Sara exited the
restroom, letting Holly dart in. She nearly spun as her boss zipped by. “Jesus, what's her problem?” The red
head asked snidely, looking back at me and Jen.
“She's gotta pee.” I said rather flatly. Sara looked my way, not with disgust this time, but with restrained
curiosity.
“Oh?... Well, we all gotta go some time...” She let her voice trail off, looking at the restroom with just a
tickle of a blush creeping over her freckled cheeks. I smirked, knowing what she might be blushing about, and
decided to help her along. I wished silently that Sara's fascination with urine would get more intense, that
she would start to get an obsession. Some where in the back of my mind I got a report, that Sara was now
letting her mind wander to thoughts of piss, to how warm it must feel against her skin, and to how it must
smell fresh, or even taste. Her blush deepened for a moment, as she unconsciously licked her scarlet lips. She
eventually stepped away and returned to her register to fiddle with it and wait.
A minute later, and Holly was back. Her cardigan was noticeably tighter, at least to me, showing off her
plumped figure. She was also still looking rather flustered and sweaty, heading straight for her latte. She
sipped upon it, and began to patrol the store, slowly making her way to Jen. “Hey, farm girl. You're putting
those books in the wrong place.” She said curtly, stepping quickly down the isle. “They go on this shelf,
here!” She scoffed at the blonde. Jen meeped something, and began taking the books down. She did have a
tendency to space some times and ignore things, so this didn't surprise me. I didn't think Holly needed to be
such a bitch about it, even if I was secretly poking her along. Two more wishes formed up in my mind. One for
each. Well, three more wishes, as I quickly made a wish to just know everything that changes from my wishes.
Just so I wouldn't have to do it again with Jen.
Then, I got to work on the two. First, I'd help Jen with her problem, and give her something she might
appreciate. I wished that her ears would become full sized cow ears, large enough to hear us all clearly, and
no one would think any differently of them, aside from Jen and myself. The ring warmed up, and I was given a
fleeting mental image of Jen's bespeckled face, framed by her blonde mop, and two large drooping cow ears. The
image faded out fast though, so I looked to Jen. She was moving the books now to the right shelf, and as I
watched I noticed her reaching for her ears quite a lot. Looking closer, I could see that they were red, and
looking a bit swollen, I got the impression is was going to take a little bit for them to grow out, so I
turned back to Holly, who had wandered back to her chair. For her, I wished that she would find it more and
more difficult to use the toilet each time she pissed, until she couldn't even use it anymore. She took a big
gulp of her latte as if to help the wish along, the ring probably feeling as warm as her drink. I was then
given the fleeting thought of what changes would come upon Holly.
And they were...