Nicola's wish is in fact lifted after midnight, but...

Nicola slammed the door shut to her room and jumped down into the covers, settling herself into bed as she groaned trying not to relive the past several hours. This was all a dream, she figured - soon she would wake up and go back to worrying about the lecherous execs at her company seeing her undressed only in their mind, and not in real life.

Looking to her left on the nightstand, Nicola saw that she still had no phone. Groaning that it might have actually been the more valuable thing that Priscilla poofed away from her, she felt **** but to lie down and close her eyes, to get rest and put all this behind her. If, God forbid, this turned out to be real she could always think of what to do with the interview in the morning.

The council wasn't so stupid as to allow Priscilla free reign over all her clients, so they gave her wish-granting powers only until the day ended. Of course, none of her clients knew this, and Priscilla was... too constantly busy to inform them, at the very least.

Several hours passed by until Nicola's door swung open and she was awakened from her dozing.

"Hey, I noticed your light was still on," Diane let herself in, "but I made you some soup!"

"Umm, you can leave it on my desk," Nicole stuck her arm out from under her covers and pointed to the wall where her home office was.

"Nonsense, you're bedridden," Diane walked over to the bed, "and besides, I bought this breakfast tray years ago and need something to use it for."

Diane stood at the bed in silence for the next several seconds whilst Nicola remained planted where she was.

"You're going to have to sit up, dear," Diane reminded Nicola as she groaned and sat up on the headboard, her covers falling down and exposing her breasts as Diane put the tray on her lap.

"That was really cool what you did with Tommy," Diane remarked.

"Thank you," Nicola responded meekly as she took a spoonful of the soup and blew on it.

"I don't mean to be rude," Diane began as Nicola began eating the soup, "but it's a bit odd that one would get completely naked when not feeling well. I myself find that I get much too cold when I have a fever, so I bundle up."

Nicola sighed - might as well get the truth out to Diane since she'd find out anyway.

"To tell you the truth," she began, "I can't wear clothes."

"You mean when you're ill?" Diane replied, "that makes some sense - I guess they don't agree with your skin, huh?"

Nicola was grateful for the possible out, but knew she had to be fully honest and transparent lest she be condemned to pretending to be sick for the foreseeable future.

"No, I mean ever," she corrected her reluctantly, "I have a curse on me. Here, let me show you."

Nicola handed the tray to Diane as she got up out of bed, no longer particularly caring about showing her her bottom but still cognizant of the fact that her door was still open. She went over to the closet and rummaged around for a particularly old and worn pair of underwear to sacrifice for display. Taking a deep breath, she turned to Diane and stepped into the underwear, pulling them up and snapping them on her hips.

"See?" she closed her eyes and put her arms out and questioned Diane.

"See what?" Diane continued, "nothing's happened."

"Wait, what?" Nicola opened her eyes and looked down, seeing the underwear still on her hips and covering her most intimate areas.

"Nicky..." Diane started questioningly, "if you feel better in the altogether you've only to say so!"

"Wait wait wait," Nicola shook her hands up and tried defending herself, "there was this fairy, she said I made a wish when I was a little kid..." it was then she looked behind Diane and saw her phone back on the nightstand.

"Come on now, there's no shame in it," Diane walked up to Nicola and pulled her underwear back down and off, "in fact," she held her hand to Nicola's forehead, "you don't even seem ill!"

"Please... please don't tell Liam..." Nicola pleaded, referring to the craziness she had just told Diane but inadvertently confirming Diane's suspicions that she was a closet nudist.

"Whatever, babes," Diane walked behind Nicola and put her hand on the small of her back to lead her back to the bed, "you're probably right, anyway - naked's healthier!"

Diane lead Nicola back to the bed and sat her down, tucking her bottom half in and putting the tray with the soup back in her lap.

"Well, I'll leave you to your naked adventure!" Diane kissed Nicola on the forehead and saw herself out, "just be sure to wash the dish when you're done, yeah?"

Nicola was at least relieved that Diane had closed the door, but she grabbed her phone off the nightstand and opened it in a panic, seeing what had happened with it.