"Oh, hey, just a second," said Jarred. "I wish you'd accept this and wouldn't freak out about it -- I have a ring that grants wishes, and we'd like to further apologize for what we said by granting some wishes for the both of you."
Olivia's mother said, "Well, that's very generous of you! I suppose Olivia should get to go first."
The shy girl shook her head.
"Oh, come on," said her mother. "If you don't wish, I'm going to wish for you."
Olivia said nothing, so her mother said, "Then I wish both she and I had perfectly smooth skin forever, with no need to shave, anywhere."
Jarred said, "I wish that were true."
"How about that, honey? You'll never have any ugly pubic hair distracting from the seat of your femininity. Now can you think of something?"
Olivia said in a small voice, "No."
"Then I'm going to wish for you myself -- I wish you had a body that your date John would find most attractive, and your wardrobe would change as well."
Jarred said once more, "I wish that were true."
Olivia looked down in wonder as her body became more voluptuous, her breasts, hips, and ass all swelling, although she remained the same height. Her ruffled skirt and belly shirt changed materials and grew together, becoming a lycra minidress with a large cutout that revealed the bottoms of her breasts and her navel. She was forced onto tiptoes as her shoes grew heels and platforms.
"Wow, you look like a mini Kim Kardashian," her mother told her, and then asked Jarred, "I assume that means any clothes she puts on will change into something attractive to John."
"That sounds about right," said Jarred.
"There are much worse things than always looking good to a 16-year-old boy!" exclaimed the woman.