Yes, Mom Likes Everything

Megan strode confidently down the wide, curving staircase of the mansion and then into the kitchen.

Original Megan, riding along with her, wasn't too shocked to see the woman sitting on a stool in the kitchen island, drinking out of a china coffee cup and reading from an iPad, was wearing an elegant silk robe. She was a bit shocked to see that it was a "glamorized" version of her mother -- perfect hair and makeup, tanned skin with no blemishes, French-manicured fingernails. What really shocked her was remembering that it was a result of a request from years ago, the young Megan wanting her mother to "always look pretty."

She looked up, and Megan was very relieved when she smiled. "Happy birthday, darling," she said, getting up and hugging her daughter.

"Thanks, Mom," said Megan.

"Turn around, let me see what you've wished up so far," said her mother with a wink.

Megan did a 360-degree turn, and her mother said, "Does that tattoo say 'You Wish'? Ooh, scandalous! I like it!"

"Just an idea I had that I thought you wouldn't go for until I was old enough to do it myself," Megan admitted.

"Well, honey, that's some very good judgment! I know you'll make me proud with how you use your powers for the rest of your life. You've blossomed into quite the young woman." Original Megan thought she detected Megan's mother looking at her daughter's new breasts when saying that. "Would you like to have the cook whip up a special breakfast for you? I can stop time so you won't be late -- no, wait, you can stop time!"

"No, that's okay, Mom, I have plans, so I just wish I had a huge jelly doughnut in my hand," said Megan.

The treat she'd been thinking of appeared immediately, and she practically inhaled it. Her face and hand were dusted with powdered sugar and sticky from the raspberry interior, but she merely wished them clean.

"Okay, Mom, I assume there's something planned for me after school and I should come right home?" Megan prodded.

"Of course," said her mother with a grin. "I'm just sorry your father's job has him out of town."

This knocked Original Megan for a loop briefly -- her father never traveled for business, so he must have a different job here. She didn't have time to dwell on that, as Megan's mother continued, "I know, you're a grown woman now, but I know what I was like when I turned 18 -- did you remember to wish that you won't be cold in that outfit?"

"Sure I did," retorted Megan. "Okay, I'll see you this afternoon."

The two hugged again, and Megan headed for the door that went to a utility room, then out to the mansion's garage.

As she put her hand on the doorknob, she turned around. "Mom, you should get a special breakfast. I wish David was a total hunk, and that you'll call for him right after I leave to spend the morning having sex."

Megan's mother gasped, but then said, "Ooh, I like that!" Original Megan was shocked again -- David was the live-in chef. She had some morbid curiosity about what would happen, but Megan merely traipsed past the laundry machines to the garage.

Of course she had a super-fancy red sports car. She got in and started it up, and then said, "I wish I'd always feel like I'm at a comfortable temperature -- unless I'm in danger of burning or freezing to **** or something like that."

She realized this meant she could put the top down on her car, which she did as she backed out of the garage.

Original Megan could tell there was a wish already in effect that made this Megan an excellent driver, as well as having all the traffic lights be green for her. It seemed to take no time at all to drive the couple of miles from the mansion to the high school.

As Megan pulled into the parking lot, Original Megan was surprised yet again.