Forget about it for now

She shrugged; oh well. Things don't always work the way you want to. The wish was broken, and there wasn't much she could do about the fact.

It was thus that Jane went on with her day. Wherever she went, she would draw others' gaze, her body and (unbeknownst to her) earlier wishes making her nearly supernaturally attractive. By this point, she was rather used to the attention -it'd been that way for years now- but nevertheless, having a body that made girls question their sexuality did feel like a chore at times. She tried to just ignore the looks the boys and girls were giving her, but it wasn't always easy.

The other women tended to flirt with her as much as the men did. They weren't as obviously trying to get into her panties as the men, but she wasn't really attracted to women (at least, so she told herself, which ended up making it completely true), so it was a bit awkward nonetheless. These days, most of her friend were male - it felt more natural that way, somehow.

Three days passed, the woman living in complete obliviousness to her earlier life. During her days, she worked in a clothes-shop, something she had been weirdly successful at for the last few days. She kept picking up clothing, telling the customer that this'd fit just right, and then it miraculously did. It was a bit odd just how good she'd gotten at picking out the right clothes-pieces.

By comparison, her nights were calm and peaceful. She would rest easily, dreaming of nothing in particular.

As of right now, however, it was neither day nor night. It was evening, and Jane was in the middle of going out into town with her two co-workers. Going out had been Henry's idea. He was the only guy of the trio, and a part of her suspects that his idea of going to a bar together was just a plan to get drunk with two pretty women. He was tall, and Jane couldn't help but concede that he does have an attractive face, but his body shape was otherwise fairly average. Quite frankly, she was out of his league.

The other co-worker, that would be Elize. She's about a year younger than Jane, and a complete fashion nerd. There's some private suspicion of Jane's that she's compensating for her lack of curves, but that's all just theory. How she even learned that much about fashion to begin with is unclear. She'd do anything to look like Jane did, that much she knew.

It's somewhere around the second drink that Jane accidentally manages to bring up the whole wish-making debacle. She was somewhat tipsy by this point, enough to loosen her tongue without really impacting her motor skills.

"You know, I had the weirdest experience a few days ago. There was this genie, and I got this wish that anything I said whilst touching someone would become true."

The looks she got were somewhat odd, but the **** had loosened tongues and minds by this point, letting the weirdness slide by without issue.

Henry let out a small laugh;
"Hah. Right. I know what I'd wish for."

"Yeah, you would, wouldn't you", Jane laughs back;
"The wish didn't really work, but let me guess..."