Having completely failed to get any phone numbers or e-mail addresses from the girls at the party, Kevin's wish seemed slightly obvious: "OK, ring, if you really can grant wishes, then I wish there was a total nympho slut, straight out of a porn movie, in this apartment."
The ring suddenly flashed, then returned to its previous dim glow. "Whoa, how'd they do that?" asked Kevin. "Must be some kind of voice activ-eek!" His voice had suddenly gone up in pitch over an octave. He put a hand to his throat and noticed that his fingernails were growing longer right before his eyes. That was nothing, though, compared to the bulges that were forming on his chest, pushing his T-shirt outward. From looking across the room, he could tell he was becoming shorter ... but then went up on tiptoes as his shoes sprouted high heels. He felt the unusual weight of long hair pulling against his scalp. His insides churned briefly, and then came a sickening sensation, as if his external genitalia were being sucked inside. Meanwhile, his shirt was shrinking into a halter top as his jeans shrank drastically, into a denim miniskirt.
Kevin looked down at the ring, still fitting snugly on the third finger of a now-smaller hand, its nails almost an inch long, the white tips manicured and perfectly shaped. "I wish I could see myself," he, now she, said ... but nothing happened. Why wasn't her wish working? That note said that the ring would grant any wish, whatever she wanted. Still wanting to see what she looked like, she tried walking to her bathroom to use the mirror above the sink. It was difficult to do, considering she was wearing heels now, something that she, obviously, wasn't used to.
When she got in front of the mirror, she saw that the voluptuous platinum blonde standing there did indeed look like she was straight out of a porn movie, especially given her skimpy outfit and thick coat of colorful make-up. Kevin experimentally cupped her hands under her large breasts and discovered they were real, then briefly played with the silver charm dangling from her pierced navel. She was about to do a little exploring under her skirt, but the fact that she couldn't make any more wishes concerned her too much. Why was the ring suddenly not working?
What Kevin failed to understand was that the ring would only work if it had a "master". Since Kevin was now female, she couldn't be a "master" anymore. A "mistress", yes. But not a "master". The ring was nothing more than jewelry to her now. However, if the ring were worn by someone else who was male ... well, then their wishes would be granted.