Not content with Shakira

I did what I could to hide my obvious disgust with Jordan. Not sure if it helped in the least.

A swift hand grabbed my new breast and reminded me I was now a possession.

"Oh very nice Alex, but why stop there. Loose the hair from your mound please."

I pointed out and fired off a spark that turned my pubic hair into ash. Suddenly I was dreaming of what it'd be like for Jordan to misplace the ring and for Shakira to find it. "Are you content?" I said in my new voice, that of a singer. A singer I hadn't know of before this mishap.

"How old do you think Shakira is?"

"I believe she is 32." The information popped into my head suddenly, which scared me a little but not nearly as much as Jordan not really comprehending the power he had by owning me. " I think I want you to look more like she did at 18 but keeping the last two changes. And while your at it make me look 18, no wait 21. I earned those three years."

With that I pushed his shoulder spinning him 360 degrees and when he faced me again, some how I was back to my correct age and he was back to 21.

"Next wish master?" I looked out across the landscape frozen in time. I wonder, when I unfreeze time am I **** back into the ring?

"Yes well let me sample your goods real quick."