You were too slow and too jiggly. Stephanie picks up the piece of paper, looks at the text written on it, and says, “What the hell?”
You cringe, knowing she’s going to read your wish -- she knows the end result, obviously, but it says that you changed into your current form.
However, what Stephanie says instead is an angry, “Why did you have this? It’s addressed to me.”
”Huh?” you say.
Stephanie holds it up for your benefit. Stephanie, it says at the top, Imagine that you can change something about your life, and so on. You can see that the wish you wrote out has disappeared -- only the instructions are left on the paper.
Stephanie turns it back around and goes back to reading it. A few seconds later, she chortles. “Okay, I see -- this is your idea of a stupid joke. You were gonna put it in my locker and, then what, steal it after I wrote something and laugh about what I wrote?”
”What? No...”
”And who helped you with it? Bimbos like you can’t write this well.”
”No, Stephanie, I didn’t write it --“
”That’s what I said.” She wrinkles her nose, and then reaches into her purse and comes out with a pen. “Fine, you want to know what I wish? This thing says I can change people I know.” She turns around and puts the piece of paper up against the lockers, to give herself a writing surface.
You’re about to say something, but then it suddenly occurs to you that you might have lost your chance to rip up the paper to change back, once the note changed possession and your written wish disappeared.
Stephanie mutters, “So with your big tits and your blonde hair, you think you’re God’s gift to Hooters? Well, you’re just a slut who’s taking tips and hours away from the rest of us -- some of us can’t even get scheduled for lunch!” She raises her voice to read out loud as she writes, “I wish the slutty bimbo Candi Cox, with her gigantic tits, her ridiculous body, her porn-star makeup and clothes, and her godawful flirting for tips and sex -- I wish she were just a completely average woman in every way, and the rest of the waitresses at this Hooters totally outshone her.”
She turns back around and hands you the piece of paper, on which, you see, she did indeed write exactly what she’d said -- well, more like scrawled quickly. “So now you know,” she says with a sneer, “as if you didn’t already, and --“ A sudden look of confusion comes to her face. “What’s happening?”