Rachel's Day

"I wish Rachel has TV crew coming over for a live interview in a half an hour. I wish they point out Rachel has cum on her face, but she insults them and tells them to shut up and do their job. I wish they go ahead with the interview."

"Done! She's going to make a total fool of herself on live TV with her IQ being at dopey levels."

"Look, you poopy-heads! I don't have cum on my face!" Rachel said to her phone. "I'm not a dum dum! Stop telling me that!" She turned off her phone in a huff. "Stupid meanies!"

While Rachel sat and pouted, Hailey and I went into her bedroom. With a few wishes, I changed all of her clothes to clothes that cheap truck stop hookers would wear. This gave me an idea. With wishes, I changed the dress Rachel was wearing to a t-shirt that said _Low IQ: High Sex Drive! _and a pair of Daisy Dukes shorts, fishnet hose and knee high spiked heeled shoes. I then wished Rachel would not realize what she was wearing, and the news crew would not tell her.