A Clothes Call

"I wish this outfit was completely appropriate for school," Sabrina continued, "and, magically, it would be --"

She stopped, noticing Hilda and Zelda cringing as if they were waiting for an explosion.

There was no sound, though, just a bit of a flash around her aunts' bodies as their clothes and shoes morphed. Within seconds, Zelda wore a two-piece halter-top and microskirt combination with platform heels, and Hilda had on a minidress with a bustier top, and thigh-high leather boots.

Looking down at themselves, they both made a noise like "eek," although Hilda seemed a bit happier than Zelda to look down into her own cleavage.

"What happened?" asked a confused Sabrina. "I didn't say anything about your clothes."

Zelda looked up at her. "See, this is what we said about blowing holes in reality. The magic of the goddess's book fulfilled your wish that your outfit would be appropriate for school by making it a normal outfit, the type that women would wear anywhere, even, you know, women who look like us."

"So if I go outside, or turn on the TV, every woman I see would be dressed like this?" Sabrina asked.

"Probably," replied Hilda.

The thought actually turned Sabrina on a bit, but then she thought of ugly, fat, and old women wearing skimpy, sexy outfits as well. "Don't worry, I'll fix this," she said.

"No!" exclaimed both Hilda and Zelda.

Zelda explained, "You'd probably just make it worse. In fact, you should probably stop talking. You might not even have to say 'I wish' -- there's no telling what words of yours could be interpreted as a spell by that book."

Sabrina started to say, "That's ridic--"

Hilda held up a hand and interrupted. "Please don't make me use a spell to give you laryngitis."

"Lighten up!" retorted Sabrina.

Her aunts' eyes widened. They were certain that phrase would have an effect.