“...you’d fit in at school like that because all girls dressed in sexy, skimpy outfits.”
Jen felt with her wish-granting sense that she knew exactly what Kyle wanted, and the wish hadn’t left a lot of room for interpretation anyway. She could feel the effects ripple outward, altering the contents of women’s closets, altering the contents of clothing stores, altering fashion magazines and fashion designers, altering school dress codes and even indecent-exposure laws.
”It is done,” she said to Kyle.
”Really?” Kyle asked. He looked around, but the bikini babes on his posters looked the same. “I guess, um...”
There was a knock on his bedroom door. “Kyle? Are you ready to go to school?”
”Uh, just a second, Mom!” Kyle exclaimed, and whispered to Jen, “Hide!”
Jen definitely wasn’t going to go back into her bottle unless specifically ordered, so she did the first other thing that came to mind -- she turned herself invisible.
No sooner had she disappeared from view than the door opened.
”Mom, I’ve asked you not to barge --“ Kyle stopped talking once he got a look at his mother. She was in her mid-40s, decent-looking if not a bit wide in the hips, but Jen bet she hadn’t been in the habit of wearing midriff-baring latex halter tops, matching microskirts, and platform heels.
”What? I knocked,” she said. “And don’t you look nice today!” She reached out to run her fingers through her son’s hair, and Kyle couldn’t tear his eyes away from the cleavage revealed as she leaned toward him.
”Uh, Mom,” he finally said a bit weakly, “what are you wearing?”
”What’s wrong with it?” She looked down at herself. “I don’t think I spilled on it...”
”Uh, it’s just...” Kyle didn’t know how to tell his mother that her outfit was too sexy.
”Yeah, you’re right,” she said with a smile. “I’ve got that big meeting today, so maybe I should wear a fishnet top instead? Good thing we’ve got a few minutes before we need to leave. I’ll meet you downstairs.” With that, she turned around and left Kyle’s room.
Kyle quickly closed the door behind her, and turned around to see Jen becoming visible again.
Jen caught the look on his face and said, “Master, that’s exactly what you wished for.”
”I really just meant the girls at school,” Kyle said, still looking a bit shaken by his mother’s apparent new wardrobe.
”Ah, but I saw the bikini-clad models on your posters, and felt that you really wanted all women to dress like that.”
Kyle looked in the direction of a blonde in a pink bikini leaning on a sports car, then looked at Jen in her translucent vest and pants. “Okay,” he said...