I decided to run through a few simple tests. I looked around the room and noticed that it was a little dirty.
I wished for the room to be clean and for everything to be in its proper place. Instantly the room sparkled
with cleanliness. Since it worked so well in this room, I wished for the rest of the apartment to be
similarly clean. I ran out to the kitchen and it looked just as good as the living room.
I went back into the living room and sat down on the couch. I was never crazy about this couch. The cushions
weren’t especially soft and it wasn’t very big. I didn’t like the drab off white color either. So I wished
for a brand new couch that was bright red with extra soft cushions. Suddenly I was sitting on a couch that
was softer than any I’d ever been on previously.
I turned my attention to the television next. It was 27 inches diagonally, but it didn’t do my Blu Ray
collection any justice. So I wished instead for a top of the line 60 inch 3D television and for a stand that
could hold it as well as the various other players and video game systems we possessed. I sat back in extreme
comfort and watched my wish come true. This was how to watch TV, I thought to myself.
So I had plenty of success making wishes involving inanimate objects. Clean rooms, improved couch and TV, and
disappearing and reappearing clothes were all made possible by the ring. It also had powers over mental
states, since I had successfully wished everyone on the street to ignore my poor, naked sister. So what kind
of physical changes could it make?
I didn’t want to do anything too drastic. I looked at my arms. My whole physique was nothing special. I was
in shape well enough, but I didn’t have any real muscles either. So I wished that my arms would possess a
moderate amount of muscle tone. I watched with great wonder as my arms thickened and my muscles grew larger.
They strained against my T-shirt and caused it to rip in a few places around the swelling muscles. “Moderate”
ended up being a bit more than I anticipated, but I was satisfied with the results. I wished that the T-shirt
would repair itself and be a proper fit for my enhanced arms, and the ring complied.
Suddenly I remembered that Nicole wouldn’t be ready for these changes. I rationalized that I was going to
tell her about the ring anyway, so it wouldn’t matter. I decided that I wasn’t going to tell her about what
I’d done to her on the street, however. That was probably not something she’d just shrug off. I went back to
watching TV and waited for my sister to return home.