Priscilla proves the original wish

Nicola tucked herself in her covers and turned in for the night. Soon enough, her alarm rang and she sprang up out of bed, noticing that she had already kicked her covers off during the night.

She ran to her closet and quickly grabbed an old pair of panties before swiping them on and having them, too, dissolve into magic pixie dust. Groaning and sighing, she was about to head to her nightstand to call the interview off when she bumped into Priscilla, who she noticed had her phone in her hand.

"Looking for this?" she smirked as she waved the phone at her, "I know I've kept it for the past twelve hours, my mistake."

"Yeah," Nicola reached her hand out to get it.

"You're not calling the interview off, are you?"

Nicola drew in a sharp breath, trying to negotiate herself out of this and use Priscilla's logic against her.

"I'm just afraid I look so good naked," she began, "that they'll give me the job just for that and not for my talents."

"Are you still on about that?!" Priscilla groaned in anger, "I already told you it won't matter. And you've gotten a good night's sleep, too!

You know what? You're such an ingrate to your fairy godmother," Priscilla began as Nicola recoiled in terror at having angered her, "but I'm going to be very nice to you and bump you up in my thirty-year backlog. Here, have some precious clothes you keep yammering on about!"

With that Priscilla tipped her wand and Nicola was surrounded by a puff of pink magic smoke. When the smoke cleared she was fully clothed and then some. She could feel a bra and panties on her, and several shirts, and several shorts - a sweatshirt and sweatpants too! Topping it all off was a long dressy sari, one that seemed somewhat familiar to the woman.

"There!" Priscilla put her arms akimbo, "You're not naked! And people can't see your figure anymore!"

"Th... thanks..." Nicola stepped around in her platform boots with several layers of socks in them, feeling extremely guilty about having irked Priscilla.

"This is what you wanted, right? First you want no clothes, now you want so many clothes. I'm putting myself out on a limb here, capeesh? You're not my only client, you know?" Priscilla handed Nicola her phone back.

"And one more thing," Priscilla warned Nicola, "if I come back to you and see that you've taken off even a single garment before your interview is over, you're going right back to being naked - and I can't spend so much time with you, so your first wish is going to be around for at least a year!"

Before Nicola could ask for any clarification, Priscilla puffed herself back out of existence. What did she mean by "even a single garment"? What about any of the undergarments she couldn't strictly "see", did she still have magical abilities to sense their absence? Whatever, Nicola was grateful that she was fully clothed - and had her phone - so she put her work in Google Maps and set out for the drive.

The first thing Nicola noticed was how low the sari was, and how much it interfered with her walking. Combined with the clunky shoes, she stumbled around like a drunkard and even tripped and fell twice on the way to her car. She started having flashbacks to that fateful day when she was six years old, the long dress interfering with her running in the grass and how she desperately wished for nothing at all.

But, a whole year? No way! Especially not if she didn't know if the "no judging" wish was still in effect or if Priscilla would take that away too in her anger. Eventually she made it to her car and started driving, noticing just how ineffectual the AC was in the hot summer sun, and especially with all the layers she was wearing. As her sweat started collecting in her pits and feet and groin, it was clear she couldn't wear every single garment Priscilla had given her to the interview, but the fairy's warning kept circling in the back of her head.