. . . but only for a moment. Before I knew it, I was coming to. My vision regained focus as my senses returned, revealing some . . . welcome developments.
"It worked!" I thought, examining my new self. Those breasts, those curves, all were now mine, wrapped up in a miniskirt and see-through blouse. It was hard to resist exploring my new body, but I needed to attend to Miss Parks.
Just as I started thinking up the wishes I would need to make, my old body strolled off. I could only assume it was Miss Parks in there now, who seemed completely unperturbed. I followed her (him?) into the kitchen, and watched as he began putting a pot of water on the stove.
"He thinks this is normal," I thought. "I wished Parks would think my changes were normal and that's exactly what happened."
I stood, watching, as Parks continued preparing dinner as though nothing were out of the ordinary. "If I don't do something, he'll go about all his (her?) normal business, never wondering about that new body."
Thinking quickly, I wished that Miss Parks would act exactly as I once had, and waited for the change to take effect.
Parks calmly entered the pantry, fetched a box of dried spaghetti, and poured some into the pot.
"The ring!" I thought. "He still has the ring!"