Judy drives her car around the parking lot, looking for the spot closest to the grocery store entrance.  There it is, this one’s great.  But as she heads toward it, a yellow sports car zooms in from the opposite direction and screeches to a halt.  A tall man hops out of the convertible, thumbs his nose at Judy, and jogs into the store.

 

Shit, shit, SHIT, yells Judy, to no-one in particular.  She continues past the now-occupied spot and ends up in a space at the far corner of the parking lot.  Why don’t I have the guts to do anything about it?!!

 

Completely lost in self pity, Judy ambles toward the store.  Suddenly there is a blinding flash of light, and Judy is knocked over backwards, hitting her head on the pavement.  She’s not unconscious, though, and after a minute her vision returns and she sits up.  For an instant, she thinks she sees something blue out of the corner of her eye, like a little blue man, but when she looks that way she sees nobody.

 

Rubbing the back of her head, Judy realize she’s in a lot of pain.  Jeez, I wish that pounding in my head would go away, she thinks.  As she stands up, her head does seem to feel better.  In fact, all the pain disappears.  Hmm, she thinks, that’s much better.  Nothing else seems to be wrong, so she continues on her path toward the grocery store.

 

Her path takes her past the yellow sports car, though, and she suddenly becomes morose again.  Damn, she thinks as she passes by, I wish I had gotten that spot.  It was perfect!  She doesn’t see it happen, but behind her back, the yellow sports car is replaced instantly with her dark brown Honda.

 

Once in the grocery store, Judy pulls out her shopping list and begins picking items off the shelves.  One can of beans, three frozen dinners, one can of frozen orange juice….  Typical list for a 38-year old unmarried woman.  Unmarried, she thinks, because she’s so frumpy looking.  And flat-chested.  And her standards are too high.  She always wanted a tall, dark, handsome man, who was gentle and caring toward her, and also rich.  She stops at the magazine rack and pulls out a men’s muscle magazine.  Someone like that, she thinks, looking at the man on the cover.  Then she picks up a copy of Playboy, and stares at the girl on that cover.  I wish I looked like that, she thinks.  Then I’d be able to pick up a guy like this.  With a sigh, Judy puts both issues back on the shelf.  But something does feel different. 

 

As she passes by a glass display case she sees something very different.  She stops short and stares at her reflection in the window.  Her short, graying hair isn’t there any more.  Now it’s long and flowing and brunette.  She puts her hand to her hair and feels its lush thickness.  How can that be???

 

On a whim, she takes off her coat and looks at the rest of her body.  This, she thinks, is not my body.  There’s no hair on my arms anymore, and I seem to be taller and more slender.  And where did those cantaloupe breasts come from???  Then suddenly, she realizes where she’s seen this body before.  She looks exactly like the Playboy girl she was admiring!

 

Wow, she thinks, excitedly!  I wished I had that body, and now I do!  Boy, I wish I could see myself nude now!

 

Instantly, the glass window is replaced by a full-length bedroom mirror, and all of Judy’s clothes disappear.  She’s standing there looking at herself, completely nude.  And boy, is she gorgeous!  Where’s Mr. Muscle Man now?

 

Judy looks around and realizes that she’s already causing quite a commotion.  People are staring at her.  Especially men, and their wives don’t seem to be too happy about that.  This isn’t good, though.  I wish people wouldn’t stare at me so much.  As she has that thought, the faces begin to turn away, and everybody returns to their shopping.  Here she is now, a totally nude, totally gorgeous girl, standing in the middle of a crowded grocery store, and nobody is paying her much attention at all.  Well, that’s not so bad, she thinks.  With this body I like being naked, and now I can do that without it being a distraction for everyone.

 

She thinks about the events of the last few minutes.  What the hell is going on?  It isn’t long though, before she realizes that each change that takes place is preceded by her wish.  Hmm, so everything I wish comes true?  This is really weird.  I must be dreaming.

 

To test her guess, Judy thinks: I wish that this is real life, that I’m not dreaming, and that everything I wish for does come true.  She waits a minute, but nothing changes.  She is still nude, and people are still walking past her as if she’s not.

 

Ok, I wish that my breasts are twice their current size.  She looks down, and sure enough, her tits have become huge!  That’s enough to attract any man, she thinks, but she also realizes that she looks pretty outrageous.  People would think she’s a hooker or something.  So she wishes her breasts return their prior size – and they do.

 

This is really interesting, thinks Judy, and it looks like it’s for real.  Hey, I wonder if… I wish I were a million times as strong as I am now.  Suddenly her body turns into a mass of huge, twisted muscles.  She’s barely recognizable as even human.  No! she says out loud.  The whole store rattles as she speaks.  I want to look the same, not like some monster!  She waits for a minute, but nothing happens.  Her grotesque form still glares back at her from the mirror. 

 

Suddenly becoming worried that she would be stuck like this, she begins to panic.  But then she remembers that she hasn’t actually wished to look normal, only said that she wanted to look normal.  Calming down, she says under her breath, I wish I were a million times stronger than normal people, but still look just like the girl on the Playboy cover.  Instantly, her body returns to its prior ravishing form.

 

Ah, that’s better.  Now, let me see… She picks up the can of beans from her shopping basket and squeezes it experimentally.  The can squishes and its contents squirt out at the floor and ceiling, making a big mess.  Judy laughs, and wishes that it be cleaned up, which it is.

 

Then she picks up the whole shopping cart and squeezes it.  It collapses as if it is made of chicken wire.  She just drops it there, and heads toward the exit, leaving her groceries all over the floor.  But just before reaching the exit, she has an idea.  She stops and touches the wall with her finger.  Applying a little pressure, she puts her finger right through the plaster.  Then she makes a fist, and without even bracing herself, she puts her whole arm through the wall, including the outer layer of bricks.

 

Hey, this is going to be fun.  Making up her mind, she turns and walks straight at the wall.  First her gorgeous breasts touch it and begin to compress, but soon the plaster gives way, as do the bricks, and her whole body crashes right through to the outside.

 

Hee hee!  That was great!  Judy steps halfway back into the store and turns sideways.  Then she begins walking, one tit inside and one tit outside, crumbling the whole wall in front of her as she moves.  This feels like I’m just knocking down sticks!  It’s so easy!  I’m so strong!

 

Judy leaves the collapsing building and heads to the parking lot.  A lot of people are streaming out of the store now, and in the crowd, Judy spots the man with the yellow sports car.  She smiles a wicked smile.

 

But both of them are surprised when the man stops short in front of the parking stall that started these events, and sees Judy’s car there instead of his own.  He stands there scratching his head, but Judy knows what happened.  She says to him, Hey asshole, looking for your car?

 

Yeah – he begins, in a rather haughty voice, but then he gets a good look at the girl who asked him.  Yes, as a matter of fact I am, he says.  My name is Harlan.  And you are…?  He reaches out to shake her hand.

 

Nobody who’s going to let you touch me, she retorts, taking a step backwards.  Then she asks, was your car yellow?

 

Yes, how did you know?

 

She points to the other side of the lane, where the man sees, to his dismay, his little yellow sports car, right under the wheels of a big muscle truck.  One of the huge wheels is sitting right in the passenger’s seat.

 

Oh my god!  Oh my god!  My car!  He runs over to the truck and begins to hopelessly try to lift it by its rear bumper.

 

Judy ambles over and says, here, let me help you.  She puts one hand on the bumper and throws the whole truck onto its side.

 

Without thanking her the man goes to study the crushed passenger door and seat.  Why the fuck did that stupid lunkhead drive his truck onto –

 

Now watch your language, or I’ll have to make it even, interrupts Judy.

 

What the fuck are you talking –

 

I warned you!  Judy hops over to the driver’s side and squishes that door downward until it looks just like the passenger’s door.

 

Hey!  What are you doing?

 

Not much use to you any more, this car, is it?  Judy picks up her side of the sports car with one hand, reaches under with the other and lifts the whole thing over her head.  Then she tosses it lightly on top of the crumbling grocery store.  The man is horrified, but speechless.

 

Have a good day, says Judy, and she walks toward the street, still totally nude and totally gorgeous.

 

… And totally fucking incredibly excited by what is happening to her!