A grand entrance with some choice crew on your arms

With sparks and confetti raining down over the stands from every angle you stride into the Grand Pacific Superstadium. On each arm is a Choice Girl, your producer's name for your army of attractive assistants.

As you approach the central dais, your hear the emcee's voice carry over the cheers of the crowd.

"Welcome to the Live Premier Broadcast of Johnny, I'd Rather! Here he is... JOHNNY DEEEEEEEEEE!" Your assistants raise your arms up in the air like you're a champion. You haven't even done anything lewd yet! Actually you know at least some of the crowd is paid to be here and also to be excited, but the majority of these people are just sicko fans who heard about you after the shit you pulled when you first found your power.

One good thing is that while everyone in the world knows you can grant wishes, with questions, almost nobody knows about the dangers of your power with its reflexive backfires. Another good thing is that the Grand Pacific Superstadium is well into international waters, and you have the world's most unfair media treaties and audience wavers on your side. As you look out across the audience, you see fewer small fires than you expected, given the light show/confetti overlap you insisted on. This is going to go great!

At the dais there is a hanging mic, which Choice Girl 1 pulls down and hands to you. Choice Girl 2 rubs your shoulders and the audience hushes as you pull the mic towards your mouth, "Would you rather..." and everyone screams. You're pretty sure this will work, over the mic, to the whole Superstadium at once.

"...find ten dollars under your foot..." they are on the edges of their seats. Some actually stand.

"...or grow your sex bits just a little bit larger??!" And they all go insane.

BOOM! More pyrotechnics. Fireworks this time, but still raining sparks everywhere.

On your right, Choice Girl 1 lifts her two inch pumps in the air, one leg at a time, looking for her ten dollars, but doesn't find it until she steps out of her heels and looks inside.

In the audience, people spill and fall and generally make a mess of it all with their awkward money stooping and sock removals. On the jumboscreen you can see that amongst the throngs of people half-bent over, pouring out drinks unwittingly, some even grabbing under other people's feet, there are some people just sitting or standing mostly still, smiling or laughing to themselves, a few subtly readjusting their outfits.

Choice Girl 2 is still rubbing your shoulders so you guess she's not standing on any money. You take a moment to enjoy the success of your first question. Most of the place is already in love with you, you just altered thousands of strangers' bodies, and a good number of fights are break out in the aftermath, mostly over spilled drinks and snacks.

When the moment comes, you turn to the Choice Girl behind you and ask her, holding the mic between you, "Did you get what you wanted?"

Choice Girl 2 smiles softly like she's gonna say yes, but turns it gently upside down and addresses the crowd, "I think I got what I chose, but what I wanted was perkier tits, not heavier ones!"

The crowd loves it!

She plays into it and cups her heavy chest gently, her cleavage jiggling at the top of her halter. The audience screams for more!

You're kind of omnipotent, but at the same time you can't just change her body yourself. If you could, would you give her a magical breast lift? Double the size of the pair? If you want the audience on your side, you know her choices better be more interesting than perkier tits or ten more dollars. That card's been played.

Choice Girl 1 just watches quietly as she steps back into her shoes and slips her money into her cleavage.

The audience is waiting, what will you say?