"I wish you liked my new look," Cici says into the recorder.
"Oh, my God," you mutter. Your first thought is a worry about how your mind might be altered because of that wish -- and that's quickly replaced by a bigger worry, about how that wish itself might be altered.
The recorder starts its staticky playback, and you hear in Cici's high-pitched voice, "I wish you had my new look."
"Like, that's not what I said," Cici protests, pursing her glossy pink lips into a pout. But then she says, "Hey, cool, look at you!"
Your fingernails are growing, while it feels like your entire body is shrinking. The hair on your arms appears to be receding into your skin, which is darkening to a bronze similar to Cici's new shade.
"Ooh, your face is changing!" Cici exclaims. You put a hand up to it and almost scratch yourself with a long pink talon, but also discover that there's now a metal ring through your septum.
The odd sensation of the hair on your head growing longer sends a chill up your spine, and you command, "Cici, give me the recorder -- eek!" Your voice went up at least an octave in the middle of that sentence.
"Like, I wanna see what's gonna happen," she says.
You feel your waist tightening, while at the same time, your hips and ass swell. It's now or never, you figure, and you grab for the device just as you feel suction coming from your groin area. You're off-balance and a few inches shorter than your high-heel-clad sister, but you manage to wrestle it from her hands.
Now the swelling sensation is in your chest. You can only hope that whatever you say now won't be interpreted by the recorder in a way that causes too much damage -- and you'll be able to make more wishes, right?
You click the red button just as an impressive pair of breasts pushes out your T-shirt, and you say...