"I wish you are wearing tennis shoes."
"There, you've made your wish. See ..." She looked down to see her pumps were now her cross-training Nikes. Her eyes went wide open. "Where are my blue pumps?" she asked after turning her eyes back to me.
I shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't know you wore Nikes."
"But... these are my tennis shoes. They're at home." she said, grasping to understand.
"Perhaps your pumps are there now. You said to prove the ring granted wishes. Satisfied?" I asked, smug that I had shown her.
"Ahh, yeah. But how?"
"I don't know. That's why I asked if you had a book on antique rings. I don't think you had one until I wished for it at the help desk," I answered.
"That's right, you did say wish. Wow. So, is the ring in here?"
I thumbed through the pages and then asked, "I wish the book would open to the page about this ring." Nothing happened. I looked at her and she looked at me.
"I guess there isn't any information on it. Odd. I doubt we have anything in here on it, then. So, what else can you do with it?" she said curiously.
"I don't know. I have a few things I'd like to try, though."
"Oh, like what?" she asked.
I blushed. I had no idea what kind of things she contemplated, and my own fantasies were things I kept to myself. "Fantasy things. I've always been curious about magic."
"Like wizards and such?" she responded.
"Sorta," I said carefully. My face was turning red and she noticed it. "Ahh, transformations into different things, invisibility, and shrinking, those sort of things." I confessed to her.
She gave me an odd look for a few seconds. "I wonder if it will do that? I can't say I've had fantasies like that. Well, maybe of being invisible," she giggled. "That was a long time ago, though, when I was in high school and the guys kept trying to hit on me."
"I'm not sure what all the ring can do."
Amanda suggested....