"Still, that doesn't kick in until tomorrow. I have you here in front of me right now, dressed like a showgirl and tottering around in those high heels. You were so cruel to me? What should I make you do?" Anna left the question hanging.
Nate gulped, his mind reeling with all the possibilities of what she could make him do.
"I know," said Anna "Let's start with something simple. Why don't you go down to the shops and buy me some snacks. If anyone asks why you're wearing a showgirl outfit, just ignore them. If you tell anyone that I'm making you do this, or that I have these powers, then things will get much worse for you."
Nate thought privately that things couldn't get much worse. The thought must have shown on his face, because Anna said "Oh yes, it absolutely can get worse. I think you know that. You used to have these powers, I think you know what I can do with them. I'm limited only by my imagination."
That was a good point.
"Well, get going bitch," Anna said "I'm hungry, and I have so much else planned for you. If you're not back within 30 minutes you'll see what I can really do."
"Ummm" Nate stammered,
"What is it?" Anna demanded "I don't like to be kept waiting."
"Um, this showgirl outfit doesn't have anywhere for me to put my wallet." Nate said, dejectedly, thinking about what he was about to do.
"Hmm, yes that's a good point. Take my purse for now. It will have to do until you can buy yourself one. Now get going."
It took Nate more than an hour to return with the snacks Anna wanted, because he couldn't work the pedals in his car in those high heels, but he couldn't take them off either, the magic of the wish prevented it.
Anna was not happy. "I don't like being defied. There must be a punishment for this."
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