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19. Hips and More

18. more changes for Bambi

17. Wishes About Clothes

16. meanwhile inside Jon's head

15. More Changes

14. Jon almost forgets to find out

13. Jon tries to self-locate

12. But Before She Can Speak...

11. Wish War Doesn't Work Out as P

10. The Beginning of a Wish Fight

9. stretching the limits

8. Yeah, they noticed...

7. More passers by

6. Green with Envy?

5. Yep, you guessed it, another m

4. Mysterious Trinkets

3. A couple months down the road

2. Jon decides this thing is bad

1. You Are What You Wish

Envy Skull: Hips Don't Lie

avatar on 2013-01-15 07:15:17

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I watched in the dressing room mirror as my hips widened -- that is, Bambi's hips widened. I'd gotten proportionately smaller when I shrank, but my breasts still looked huge, and now my hips were following suit. With my waist remaining thin, I now had an hourglass figure that could best be described as "cartoonish."

The only good news was that the miniskirt I wore appeared to have altered itself, adding material to make it wide enough to fit on my hips. Apparently, the wish that clothes I put on magically become sexy and slutty meant that they would also magically alter to fit, no matter what my height or measurements were.

I wanted to run -- or at least walk as quickly as I could with these ridiculous hips -- to get away from these girls and their dressing-room wishing game, but Bambi seemed to be enjoying the situation too much to leave. The girls were still talking.

"Haven't you ever heard 'be careful what you wish for'?" asked Jessie.

"Considering my hips didn't get any wider just now, I think we're pretty safe," said Alex. "But tell me, what careful, measured wish would you make?"

"Oh," said Jessie, "um, I wish I had no body hair, so I'd never have to shave or wax or anything."

I was briefly worried that I might go completely bald, but it was only my body below the neck that tingled.

"Whoa, not even leaving a landing strip?" said Alex with a bit of a giggle.

"Then you make another wish and try to do better," ordered Jessie.

"If I were going to make a hair wish, I'd wish the hair on my head were incredibly long and thick and required no maintenance," Alex said.

I felt my scalp tingling. My blonde hair began to grow out of its mid-back length, and just kept lengthening until it was down to my ankles, maybe an inch from the point where I'd be tripping over it. It was almost like I was now the real-life version of a doll that a little girl would play with the hair of. Of course, the delighted Bambi was reaching behind herself to run her fingers through the wavy silken strands.

"Oh, but you're not going to make a hair wish?" asked Jessie.

"Ha! I'd rather do something about my height," replied Alex.

This made me hopeful. Jessie had said she was 6 feet tall, right? Wish to be the same height as Jessie, please, I thought.

Jessie suggested, "Yeah, but maybe you don't want to go all the way up to my height."

"Nah, not really. No offense," said Alex, and my hopes were dashed. "Actually, how about this -- I wish I always wore sexy shoes with really high heels, and my feet would always be comfortable -- and, yeah, same as my clothes, any shoes I tried would magically change."

I'd been wearing low-heeled wedges, but I felt myself forced up on tiptoes as my feet and ankles tingled, and my shoes altered to become black platform heels. At least it did make me appear taller -- I must have gained six or seven inches.

"Sounds like fun to explain that to your mother," said Jessie. "'No, Mom, I swear, I've been cursed to dress like this! Let me borrow one of your outfits, and I'll show you.'"

Alex laughed. "Yeah, that would be a fun evening. Hey, what time is it?"

"Uh..." It sounded like Jessie was rummaging around in a pile clothes for a purse, or maybe just a phone. "Almost 5:00."

I dared to hope that the girls would stop wishing, or that the time of day would get through to Bambi's brain and she'd decide to leave the dressing room.




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