Wish Granted

"Of course I can, Master." said Jess. Then she fired a ray from her fingers that transformed John's cellphone into an expensive, top-of-the-line model, his ratty T-shirt into designer clothing. "You are now a trillionaire."

"Woah." John checked his account to be sure, but the magic he'd seen was convincing. And when he logged on, yes, he had a trillion dollars.

"You- you really can do anything!"

"Not quite, master." Jess waggled a finger. "No wishing for more wishes, no killing or raising the dead, and I can't make people fall in love."

"That's not much of a restriction," John pointed out. "My next wish is--"