Emma had always been a fan of antique shops, with their dusty corners and shelves crammed with treasures from a bygone era. On one such visit, she stumbled upon a peculiar item—a full-length mirror with an ornately carved wooden frame. It was a thing of beauty, but what truly caught her attention was the small brass plaque at the bottom. The engraving read: “Your wish is my command.”
Intrigued, Emma asked the shopkeeper about the mirror. He simply shrugged and said, “Legend has it, it’s a magical mirror. Make a wish while looking into it, and it might just come true.” He winked, clearly enjoying the theatrics of the tale. Emma laughed it off, but her curiosity got the better of her. The price was reasonable, so she bought the mirror and decided to hang it on her bathroom door.
The next morning, as Emma brushed her teeth, she glanced at the mirror and remembered the shopkeeper’s story. She chuckled to herself, feeling a little silly, but decided to play along. She stood before the mirror, adjusted her pajamas, and said with a grin:
“Mirror, mirror on my door,
Make my boobs size forty-four!”
To her astonishment, there was a bright flash of light. She gasped as her chest began to expand right before her eyes. Her once modest figure now boasted curves that could rival those of a movie star. She let out a scream—not of fear, but of sheer shock—and then began laughing uncontrollably.
“Honey! Come quick!” Emma yelled, running down the stairs to where her husband, Tom, was sipping his morning coffee.
“What’s going on?” Tom asked, setting down his mug. His eyes widened as Emma entered the room. “What… what happened to you?” he stammered, unable to look anywhere but at her newly enhanced chest.
Emma could barely contain her excitement. “It’s the mirror! The one I bought yesterday—it’s magical! I made a wish, and look at me now!”
Tom blinked, his skepticism quickly replaced by curiosity. “You’re kidding,” he said, but he followed her upstairs nonetheless.
They stood before the mirror, both staring at it like it held the secrets of the universe. Emma turned to Tom. “Go on,” she said, “try it for yourself!”
Tom hesitated. He wasn’t one to believe in magic, but the evidence was quite literally right in front of him. After a moment of deliberation, he crossed his fingers and took a deep breath.
“Mirror, mirror on my door,
Make my penis touch the floor!”
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, just as with Emma’s wish, there was a blinding flash of light. Tom felt a strange sensation in his body, but it wasn’t quite what he expected. He looked down and screamed. His legs—his entire legs—had disappeared, leaving him sitting awkwardly on the bathroom floor.
“Emma!” he shouted, panic in his voice. “What the hell just happened?”
Emma stared at him, her mouth agape. “Your wish came true… technically,” she said, struggling to hold back laughter. “Your penis is now at floor level, but, well, so are you.”
Tom groaned, his face a mix of horror and disbelief. “This isn’t funny! What am I supposed to do now?”
Emma burst into uncontrollable laughter, tears streaming down her face. “Oh, Tom,” she said between giggles, “I think this is a lesson in being very specific with your wishes.”
Tom wasn’t amused, but even he couldn’t deny the absurdity of the situation. “We need to figure out how to undo this,” he grumbled.
Emma nodded, still laughing but feeling a pang of guilt. “Don’t worry, honey. I’m sure the shopkeeper will know what to do.”
Tom sighed as Emma helped him back to his feet—or rather, the stumps where his legs had once been. They made a comical pair: one with an over-the-top figure, the other reduced to half his original height. Despite the chaos, they couldn’t help but laugh together as they hobbled out the door, determined to set things right.
As they left, the mirror shimmered faintly, as if it were chuckling to itself. After all, wishes granted by magic rarely come without a twist.
