The fairy had left, but the soot from its departure blackened both of her pillowcases, preventing Morgan from crawling back into bed and trying to forget everything that had happened so far.
She didn't have long to reflect on the matter before another puff of ash heralded the arrival of a new impish creature.
It spoke with the charming accent of a New Jersey forklift operator. "Boy, I'm sure glad that's over."
"What's over?"
"That whole dialog we just had there. The part you know, where I talk to you to try and figure out if we have the right person. Really, it's all to keep the folks in the legal department happy. Mix-ups are sort of frowned on. But no, you're it. Naughty list material all the way." Morgan looked like she wanted to interject, but the imp continued. "Look lady, I'm with the Department of Ironical Wish Fulfillment. And I'll cut the crap. Guess why I'm here."
Morgan cupped her breasts and lifted them a little. "To give me bigger boobs. That IS what I asked for." She added scornfully: "Is that what's on your sheet?"
"Yup. Says right here. Pretty standard request really. But you don't really mean it. Your friend got a boob job and you mentioned how ridiculous it looked to your parents. They agreed and said that they'd never allow you to get an enhancement. That's when you snapped and did a 180. You've never been denied anything in your life and it made you want bigger breasts for all the wrong reasons. Maybe you'll realize that once I help you with your little problem."
"Hey, that's great, but could you stop doing that thing?" The imp was leaving a trail of coal dust wherever it flew. "Those are Ralph Lauren signature series sheets and cashmere comforter. They're worth more than your ass."
She didn't have long to reflect on the matter before another puff of ash heralded the arrival of a new impish creature.
It spoke with the charming accent of a New Jersey forklift operator. "Boy, I'm sure glad that's over."
"What's over?"
"That whole dialog we just had there. The part you know, where I talk to you to try and figure out if we have the right person. Really, it's all to keep the folks in the legal department happy. Mix-ups are sort of frowned on. But no, you're it. Naughty list material all the way." Morgan looked like she wanted to interject, but the imp continued. "Look lady, I'm with the Department of Ironical Wish Fulfillment. And I'll cut the crap. Guess why I'm here."
Morgan cupped her breasts and lifted them a little. "To give me bigger boobs. That IS what I asked for." She added scornfully: "Is that what's on your sheet?"
"Yup. Says right here. Pretty standard request really. But you don't really mean it. Your friend got a boob job and you mentioned how ridiculous it looked to your parents. They agreed and said that they'd never allow you to get an enhancement. That's when you snapped and did a 180. You've never been denied anything in your life and it made you want bigger breasts for all the wrong reasons. Maybe you'll realize that once I help you with your little problem."
"Hey, that's great, but could you stop doing that thing?" The imp was leaving a trail of coal dust wherever it flew. "Those are Ralph Lauren signature series sheets and cashmere comforter. They're worth more than your ass."