Dua Lipa

As if on cue, Dua Lipa stepped out of a building. She was wearing leather cow-print boots, jogging pants, and a top that had long sleeves and a bra and nothing else.

"Hmm, let's start. I wish the cloth covering her tits disappear, and I wish she doesn't realize it, and I wish no one tells her her tits are on display."

"Done!"

Dua's top was not just the long sleeves and some fabric around her back and under her tits.

The boots gave me an idea.

"I wish for the next 24 hours, unless it's an emergency, Dua can only moo like a cow when she goes to talk, and I wish she always thought that when she moos, she won't do it again."

"Done!"