Tell her everything

"I have... uh..."

Taylor waits a second for you to continue, then a bit of her old toughness creeps into her voice. "You have what?"

"I have a magic power. I can kinda wish for things to happen to you or the other cheerleaders."

Taylor's eyes go all squinty as she looks at you like you're the biggest idiot in the world.

"I can prove it!" you say. "Like, um, like this!"

With a thought, you turn Taylor's black hair to a light shade of strawberry blonde.

"What the hell?!" The head cheerleader holds a lock up to her face. "How the hell did you do that?"

"Last night something weird happened. I don't know how to describe it, but when it was over I could completely reshape your lives. Completely."

Taylor laughs, though she hasn't completely recovered yet and it still comes out with a little bit of a sob. "Look John, I don't know how you changed my hair color, but I'll need more than that to start worshiping you as a god."

"How about this?"

You shrink her breasts down to the size they were before yesterday. Still big, but not huge.

"What the fuck!" Taylor jumps out of your lap and halfway across the office. "What did you do to me! My breasts are... damn it, my bra is falling off! How are you doing these things?"

"I can do anything!" You stand so you can face her eye to eye. "Well, anything with the cheerleaders. I can't change myself, not directly anyway. So I changed your body. I could even make your clothes fit again by changing history so that you've always been this way, but I didn't because I wasn't sure I could make you remember this conversation if I changed history."

"Wait, wait, stop, just stop!" Taylor holds up her hands, as if signaling an entire herd of elephants to stop marching through her head. "You can change history?" Her eyes narrow suspiciously. "Have you done that before??

"Uh... well..."

You tell her about the changes you made on the bus last night.

"I can't believe this!" says Taylor when you finish. She looks like she's teetering between another sobbing breakdown and a raging, heavy object throwing fit. She's okay for the moment, but she could go either way. "So, I wasn't always a big breasted bitch who sold peeks at her body on the internet?"

"Yes," you say. "Except, you were still a bitch, and the large size you have now is how big your breasts were before. I just made them even bigger."

Taylor's mouth drops open and her eyes water up again. She pulls her strawberry blonde hair in front of her face again and feels one of her breasts as she starts making a high pitched moaning noise. She's definitely tipping towards the sobbing breakdown now.