The Obvious Truth

"So what will it be?" the girl that calls herself Angie asked. Sure there are some ideas on your mind, however how much of that you should say right into the face of someone who can probably, potentially, maybe change reality like a god is a different question.
"I... don't know." you stammer. And honestly being given basically a free wish for real isn't exactly what you prepared for this morning.
"Sure that there is nothing on your mind?" she asks with a smile. A brief moment you slip and eye her boobs, probably a C-cup, definitely ample for her statue.
"It's not easy to answer that." you stammer with your eyes back on her mesmerizing blue ones. So blue, it's like staring into the vast ocean.
"Figured..." she reposes, then continues "From now on whenever you are asked to tell the truth you will." She stated it like she read the script of a movie. Can she do that? Can she just make you be honest?
"So, tell me the truth... John... What do you desire?" You gulp as you feel words forming involuntarily. Unable to stop it even the slightest you speak your mind.