Quickly, I grabbed the rock out of Nicole's hands before she could do any more damage. Nicole didn't say anything, finally realizing it was probably better to keep her mouth shut.
I sighed, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of the boobs on my chest rising and falling with each breath. I knew the damage she'd done with her wish about high heels, but I defiantly stood up on my feet.
Try as I might, I was forced onto tiptoes. I could not put my heels flat on the floor. I sighed again. Well, I figured that I might as well wear heels now. It would be silly to walk around on tiptoes in sneakers.
Knowing there were no heels in my locker, I carefully wished, "I wish this pair of sneakers in my locker would instantly transform into the lowest-heeled shoe that I am able to wear. I wish that the socks in my locker would instantly transform into pantyhose."
Nicole and I looked away briefly as the sneakers and socks flashed. In their place were a pair of wedge heels, about 3 inches in height, and a pair of pantyhose. Reluctantly, I quickly put them on.
Testing out my balance, it seemed that along with Nicole's wish I at least now had the ability to walk in these heels that I was forced to wear. Great.
Nicole had finished getting dressed too, but as we made to leave something stopped me at the door. I just couldn't seem to walk through the threshold. In my head, I thought of all the wishes Nicole had made: what had we missed?
Ah. The makeup.
"Nicole," I said. "I think I need to wear makeup."
