Normalcy

Francis rolled his eyes. "No, no, just -- uh, I wish this cop -- no, better make it everyone -- didn't find anything unusual about you being dressed like that."

"Granted," said Cheliba the genie.

Before Francis's eyes, the fabric of the uniform on the asleep-on-her-feet policewoman began to wriggle. As he watched, the bottom hem of her shirt began crawling upward as her pants cuffs did the same. The shirt stopped just below her breasts, revealing a taut, firm stomach -- she obviously worked out. The pants merged together as they shrank, eventually stopping as a pleated skirt that reached to mid-thigh. The tops of her standard-issue police shoes started growing; they transformed into knee-high leather boots, which forced her up on tiptoe as a substantial platform and heels emerged from the bottom.

Her short haircut grew out, her ash-blonde hair lightening as it cascaded down her back. As it reached her waist, invisible hands seemed to pull it into two pigtails emerging from the top of her head, black rubber bands appearing from nowhere. Other invisible hands appeared to be painting her face with plenty of makeup, giving her long, dark lashes, bright blue eyelids, glossy red lips, and dark red cheeks.

The changes seemed to have completed, so Francis turned to his genie and started to ask, "What did--" He then noticed, down the street, two women standing at a bus stop in clear acrylic platform-heeled sandals, wearing similar miniskirt-and-skimpy-halter-top combos. Another woman, walking down the street pushing a baby carriage, wore a corset, fishnet stockings, and black platform heels.

"What is going on here?!" demanded Francis.

Cheliba had an innocent expression on her face. "Master, you wished that the policewoman not find anything unusual about me being dressed like this, so my magic has made it normal for all women to dress as prostitutes."

"What are you --" Francis was distracted as the woman with the baby carriage walked past, looking sideways at the stationary policewoman; he noted her thick layer of makeeup, giant hoop earrings, and numerous thin bracelets. Once she turned the corner, he turned his attention back to Cheliba. "What are you talking about? You can do something like that?"

"Apparently," replied the genie.

"But I -- I --" Francis looked back at the bus stop. "How widespread is it? Have you changed the whole world?" He turned back to face Cheliba, a sudden excited look on his face. "I can wish to change the whole world?!"

"Well..." began the genie.