Something Simple

Lauren thought for a moment, what would make Isabelle believe? It had to be something immediately apparent and unusual. After a few seconds, he came up with an idea.

"I wish that your armor was hot pink."

Isabelle's armor sat near the foot of her bed. It's silvery appearance came from Isabelle's careful maintenance. That maintenance was still apparent as the hot pink color climbed up the armor, from sabaton to helm. Lauren pointed at her armor satisfactorily.

Isabelle sighed, "It can't be something that is already true, Lauren."

Lauren's smile disappeared, "That wasn't true before. My wish made it true."

Isabelle tried to be gentle. He was under a curse after all. It was not his fault he was being this annoying. "Then your 'wishes' would be changing all of reality. Nothing short of the gods are that powerful. Do you think your a god, Lauren?"

Delusions of grandeur were often easier to cure, though this might be a hybrid curse making it ten times harder.

Lauren sighed, "Okay. New test. You give me a wish to wish for."

Isabelle sighed. She really did not want to fight Lauren into submission before curing him. If she could just convince him he was cursed, everything would be easier. She took the first thought off the top of her head, something so nonsensical that Lauren would have to see his power was fake, "Alright. Wish that I was a shifter."

A change of race would be proof for Lauren that he had no powers.

Lauren looked Isabelle over. She was a fairly attractive human woman. She stood about five and a half feet. Shoulder length blonde hair, B cup breasts, and green eyes. She was clearly a northerner through and through, even matching the stereotype of a flat butt. Lauren really hoped this would work, "I wish you were a shifter."

Isabelle started getting shorter. She shrank to about 5'2". Her breasts stayed the same size, making them seem bigger on her smaller frame. Her butt filled out nicely. Her hair grew much longer and her posture took on a more primal stance. Shifters could turn into an animal/human hybrid form, but Isabelle was clearly in her human form, though that did not save her from cat like pupils and sharper teeth.

Her sigh was much larger and Lauren could tell her patience was straining, "I'm already a shifter, Lauren. I said make me a gnome."

Isabelle debated whether to just go get Vorka and get this curing over with. Lauren debated how to solve this problem. Isabelle clearly did not believe him. Then he had an idea.