"What are you talking about?" Zoe asked. "You haven't given me anything on my wish list yet."
"Huh?" said Jon. He was simultaneously thinking about his sister's enlarged breasts and the yummy milk that was apparently now inside them, and trying his hardest not to think about his sister's breasts. His mind finally snapped back into place, and he looked down at the piece of paper in his hand.
The list was completely different.
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A modeling contract!
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We're really rich and live in a big house where I have my own bathroom ('cuz Mom won the lottery?) ('cuz of my modeling?) ('cuz of both?)
It went on from there all the way down the page, but Jon realized he had better stop reading immediately. He crumpled the paper up and threw it as hard as he could behind Zoe, so it would hit the wall.
It didn't hit the wall. The room had become almost three times larger, with a completely different layout and different furniture, although the giant-screen plasma TV with a couple different video game systems attached to it and the walls full of framed posters of various scantily-clad models belied the fact that this was still, fairly obviously, Jon's bedroom.
"What'd you do that for?!" Zoe exclaimed. She turned around and bent down to pick the wad of paper up off the plush carpet, and Jon saw both the bat-wing tattoo over her shoulder blades and the abstract design on her lower back.
"No, listen," said Jon, looking around the room but barely glancing at the women in the posters lest they trigger him to inadvertently cause something else to happen. "I just said, anything I think about is coming true without me really doing anything. And you don't remember the changes because you didn't hear me say anything! All I had to do was read your list --" He sighed. "Okay, I guess I have to wish that you'll know what's changed, again. But you might want to sit down."
Zoe looked dubious, but she walked in her platform heels over to the Aeron chair that sat at the mahogany desk, turned the chair around, sat down, and crossed her arms under her breasts, thus distracting Jon again.
And at that point, a voice from the hallway called out, "Hello?" The owner of that voice then walked in through the open set of double doors.
