Heck, how about we take Alicia's Ferrari?

For the first time, John said no to a wish. It wasn't that he didn't want a nicer car, but he had a last-minute idea that fit the night's general theme a hell of a lot better. Behind the duo as they walked away, rubber squealed on asphalt as Alicia's car changed drastically.

John stopped and turned slowly to build tension. "Er. Alicia? Maybe we better take your your car because it won't be here when we get back."

Alicia spun around and narrowly avoided falling over in shock at the cherry red Ferrari. parked where her sedan previously sat. "You have got to be kidding!" She fished through her purse in a panic. "Oh jeeze. Even my key chain's changed." She dangled the assortment of keys by the alarm fob. "Oh my god. Where's my luggage? Does this thing even have a trunk?"

"You're taking this pretty calmly," said John. 'I wish all of the luggage in her suitcase would be the sorts of things a porn star would wear on the set. Dresses become tight and revealing, skirts become micros, tee shirts become tank tops and clinging teddies, blouses become tie-ups or sheer silk cut to show off her tits. Her shoes become heels and heels become trashy elevators. Swimsuits become bikinis and bikinis become strings with barely enough coverage to conceal her nipples. Everything is small, tight, and made of thin, light materials that can be packed in a much smaller bag.'

"Do you wish for Alicia's packed clothes to become extremely slutty?" asked the voice.

'Yes. And put the new bag on the passenger's seat so she can find it easily.' He waited for the voice to start its confirmation and cut it off with an emphatic, 'yes!'

Alicia lifted the driver's side door and looked inside cautiously. She instantly recognized her rolling travel chest's new incarnation. She had no problem leaning over and lifting it out of the car. John had no trouble ogling her fine ass.