A tough request

“First off, I’m not Nudy Judy, second off-“

“I want to lose twenty pounds!” The woman interrupted.

“…What?”

“That’s my request. There’s this dress I want, but really need to lose those pounds.”

Anisha grabbed her forehead in frustration. “For the love of- I’m not a lamp genie! I can’t just use magic and make it go away or something.”

“Wait, seriously?” The woman started dressing herself again, while checking her phone. “Crap, according to the ritual, I can’t change my request. And an impossible request becomes null!”

“Hold on, does this mean…?” Anisha smiled from ear to ear. “That you become the next Nudy Judy?”

“Oh God, what did I do?” The woman cowered in fear, preparing for what comes next.

But nothing did happen.

“Wh- why am I not Nudy Judy now?!” Asked the woman.

“Maybe it’s because it’s technically not impossible. And I think I know how.”

The woman went pale as she took a step back. “You… want to cut parts of me?”

“What the- no you psycho! I mean’t exercise.”

“But won’t that take forever?”

“Don’t I know it.” Groaned Anisha. “But it’s the best way I know how. Now, erm…”

“Melissa.”

“Melissa, put on your sneakers-“

“Gym shoes.”

“What?” Anisha said confused.

“You’re in Britain. We call them gym shoes.”

Anisha sat back on the couch. She never realized just how far the summonings could go from her home in Minnesota. What if she ended up in a country she couldn’t speak the language? How would she fulfill the request if she couldn’t understand it?

“Nudy Judy, the exercise?”

“Right, right.” Anisha was still somewhat lost in thoughts, having a thousand yard stare. “All right, first the warming up…

“That trenchcoat, where’d you get that?!” Demanded Wendy.

“Oh, this thing?” Said Judy in a high pitched tone. “I bought it years ago. I honestly can’t recall where.”

“That’s funny, because our friend Anisha has the exact same one. And those chains? She customized them on the coat herself. So why do you have those yourself.”

“O-oh, erm… I think I saw your friend years ago. I loved that look so much that I tried to replicate it myself. Guess I did a good job if it fooled you.”

“Oh, you really think I’ll fall for that, you-“ Wendy had to be pulled back by Monika, lest there’d be a brawl at the mall.

“Security!” Shouted the store clerk.

“…Aaand thirty. How far are you?” Anisha got back up from her push-ups, sweat dripping from her body.

“Oh, I was supposed to do it alongside you?” Said Melissa sheepishly. “I thought it was a demonstration.”

“God, this is gonna take forever!” Moaned Anisha, her head hung back. “Maybe I actually should’ve just cut something off. Is there really-“

She looked on the kitch table and saw some money, a grin forming on her face.

“What are you thinking?”

“You’ll see…” Anisha counted the money, and threw it out of the window.

“Bloody hell, what was that for?”

Anisha felt herself being pulled back into the mirror. “Simple, I fulfilled your request.”

As Anisha disappeared into the mirror, Melissa stood in confusion. “…Oooh, now I get it...”

Meanwhile, Anisha found herself not in a apartment, but in a dressing room. Looking around, she saw several dressers.

She was in the dressing room of a beauty pageant.

“Good, it worked.” A beautiful naked blonde said. “You’re gonna help me…”