Saddle Ashley with it.

Your first attempt to solve your Casey-problem is to wish that she is not your roommate. But nothing seems to happen as a result, her socks and underwear still litter the room. As you regard the mess, nothing at all has changed. And then you remember that one of your earliest wishes was that she_ is _your roommate. So you can't change that. No backsies.

"Uhhh..." you sigh, and go to sit down on the room's chair. Something is lying there... Oh. It's Ashley's neatly folded pantyhose, apparently left behind when she went out of your room together with Casey. Okay, so here are two matching personalities, at least.

"I wish that it's Ashley who has to keep order within Casey's and my room."

This time you notice the change immediately. A third bed is crammed in the space between Casey's and your bed, with Ashley in it, soundly asleep. All the clothes that were haphazardly strewn around the room, vanish. As you look around, you notice that a third wardrobe, a third shelf and a third desk including a chair have appeared. You barely have room to navigate between all the furniture.

You check the room's plumbing unit, which has remained unchanged. Next, you open one of the rearranged wardrobes, and marvel at neatly stacked, colorful clothes, well-organized bras and a hanger with overcoats. Wait. Fur coats? What the heck?

"I wish I knew which were mine" you say, and just like that the understated room dominated by grey and white, explodes with color. Well, three new colors. And you see immediately which stuff is yours now: Yours is the pink bed with the pink sheets and pink blankets. Yours is the pink chair, the pink desk, the pink wardrobe and shelf.

The stuff of your roommates is colorcoded now as well: Ashley's furniture is orange and Casey's is purple. Actually, you are currently peeking into a purple wardrobe at purple furcoats and purple underwear.

"Okay." Geez, this wish-thing is pretty unpredictable. You close Casey's wardrobe carefully, and turn towards your own. The first secret you want to get out of your pink wardrobe is your bust size, which has really troubled you for a while now. As you open the wardrobe's door, you are relieved to notice that your stuff doesn't include fur coats. Within just five seconds of rummaging, you find your bras to check them out...