He barely even needs to think about it

Kevin didn't have to think long. Hana was his partner, and better at thinking up wishes and potential consequences to boot. Besides, it wasn't like anything bad could happen—he had to okay every wish. Seeing no need for further consideration, he wished, "I wish to be able to hear Hana's wishes and choose to grant them if I want to."

He was immediately rewarded when his girlfriend clamped onto his arm, her naked chest pressing against his arm as her soft lips planted a quick kiss on his cheek. Not wasting any time in trying out her new powers, she said, "Thanks, lover. I wish we were dry, dressed, styled, and downstairs with a big Waffle House breakfast waiting for us."

Kevin again found himself admiring his girlfriend's skill at wishing, even on a mundane level. Not able to see any reason for going through all the tedium she had listed, he quickly mentally echoed his adopted sister's wish, ‘I wish we were dry, dressed, styled, and downstairs with a big Waffle House breakfast waiting for us,’ and found himself standing in the doorway to the breakfast room fully clothed with two delicious looking plates of waffles alongside a plate of bacon and a couple of glasses of orange juice waiting for them on the table.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," came Hana's voice from his left, causing Kevin to look over and take in the sight of his girlfriend. She was as hot as ever, her appearance only enhanced by perfectly applied subtle makeup and a stepped up version of her usual alternative attire—torn black skintight jeans with a studded belt, matching studded black wristbands, heavy boots, and a tight concert tee of a band he'd never heard of that showed off her slim body and subtle curves.

Delightful as the sight was, something about it struck Kevin as odd. A quick search of his memories from the alternate timeline his wish had created revealed that Hana had always preferred baggy clothes that hid her figure. Curious, he asked, "What's with the new look?"

A blush across Hana's cheeks broke up her badass new look and the Korean girl slugged Kevin in the arm. "Dumbass. Try some subtlety, and maybe complementing your cute girlfriend before questioning her on her fashion choices."

"Noted," Kevin replied, rubbing his arm—Hana threw a surprisingly strong punch for someone so small. "And sorry. You look phenomenal. Extremely hot—a svelte petite rockstar. I just don't have any memories of you dressing quite so..." He trailed off, not sure what the right thing to say was and hoping to avoid another jab.

"Tight?" Hana offered, her lips curling up in an amused smirk.

"That works," Kevin agreed, waiting for Hana to elaborate.

Silence hung for a while before the girl in question looked away, ran her fingers through her blue hair, and sighed. "Fine. You probably noticed last night, but I wasn't exactly confident in my body. I've never loved being... small. The things you said—did—gave me a confidence boost. You made me feel sexy. I thought I'd try embracing that, although I wasn't expecting the wish to pick up on it."

Kevin felt like a bit of an ass for bringing up such a sensitive topic, but also a certain pride at having helped Hana realize how beautiful she was. Nodding, he explained, "They do that, work like you intended." Pausing, he stroked his chin and added, "It might be the magic molding things to my preferences though." He grinned and looked his petite girlfriend up and down. "I'm definitely enjoying you wearing that."

Hana looked up at her boyfriend and grinned back. "Good. Now, are we going to stand here talking about fashion all morning or are we going to eat some breakfast? I didn't wish us waffles for us to eat them cold." Without waiting for a reply, she walked to the table and sat down in front of one of the plates, quickly dousing her waffles in syrup and digging in.

Kevin followed suit, sitting down and pouring syrup over his own waffles before starting in on them. A few bites in, he washed his waffles down with a swig of orange juice and asked, "So, what's the plan for today?"

Swallowing a bite of bacon, Hana gestured with the rest of the strip as she answered, "About that, I have an idea, but you have to trust me."

"Oh?" Kevin asked, curiosity piqued.

Hana nodded, tearing off another bite of her bacon before continuing, "How do you feel about a surprise?"

"Is it really a surprise if you have to ask permission?" Kevin asked, confused.

Hana's mouth curled into a mischievous grin and her brown eyes sparkled. Brimming with excitement, she explained, "Oh, this would be—the perfect surprise. See, I have an idea for setting something up for you with a few wishes, but I don't want you to remember them and ruin the surprise. What do you think about making some wishes, then wishing to forget them? You'd still be making all the decisions, but everything that happens will be a surprise."