Not quite....

'No. Turn her jeans into a denim skirt that's about the same size,' commanded John. 'Leave her top alone for now.'

"Would you like me to transform Alicia's pants into a microskirt?"

"Yes please," said John. He looked as Alicia looking puzzled at him and added, "Er. Yes you would."

"Well, keep it on top and I'll try it la...." She faded, drifting off as her jeans shrunk into a slim strip of blue that didn't manage to completely hide her damp white panties. "I'll...." She slammed on the brakes stopping at a four-way intersection.

"This is ridiculous!" she shouted. "What's going on?"

"My wishes are coming true," answered John.

"Oh come on! This isn't funny!"

"You'd rather I started lying?" John shrugged while she fumed and eased the car through a gap in the traffic. Clearly he wasn't going to get anywhere with her if she started to freak out.