Benefiting her parents

"I don't know," says Miranda. "I think I'm pretty happy with myself. I would like to do something nice for my parents -- they've really been scrimping and saving over the years to send their four kids to college. And they work such long hours -- I think they only get to fuck each other maybe three or four times a week. I guess I wish things were a little more comfortable, monetarily, for them."

"Say no more." You wish for her parents to be rich.

The wish has some minor effects on Miranda. Most noticeably, her black hair has gained plenty of light brown highlights, apparently the work of a professional. Diamond charms dangle from her ears and her now-pierced navel, and the "Miranda" on her neck is also spelled out in diamonds.

She holds her new belly jewelry in the palm of one hand. "I said comfortable, not rich enough that I can afford this kind of stuff!"

"Sorry," you say with a smile.

She stands up and makes a fist with one hand. As she comes closer to you, she playfully drives her arm forward until she lightly taps her knuckles into your stomach. But then she leans in, and instead embraces you.

Her lips are soft and warm against yours. You can feel her breathing and her heartbeat quicken slightly, matching the pace that your body is setting. It's almost like you're merging into one. You come very close to wishing you could stay like this forever...

You hear your mother call, "Kids! Dinner!"

Miranda breaks off from you slowly, and whispers, "Let's remember where we were." You nod, and put your arm around her as the two of you leave your room.

The upstairs hallway is noticeably bigger. Miranda says, "Looks like your whole house changed, not just your room. Does your mother know about your power?"

"No," you admit, as you walk down the stairs. "As far as she knows, the house has always been like this."

"Don't you think you should tell her?" Miranda asks.