Jim, however, could see everything, and had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Sharon's arms and legs remained unchanged, but her torso was reshaping dramatically. Her hips were widening, as were her shoulders. At the same time, her waist grew more narrow. Finally, the girl's neck stretched out long and straight, until her head was what looked like a couple of feet from her shoulders. And then, it stopped.
"Jim," Sharon called out, "what happened to me?"
Jim had to swallow back a laugh before answering. "You'll have to see for yourself, hon," he told her, before wishing up a full-length mirror for her to use.
Sharon stared at her reflection for at least half a minute, unable to believe her eyes. Fit as a fiddle she had said. And that's what she was. It the mirror was what looked like a violin with arms and legs. "This isn't what I meant," she said softly.
"No," Jim nodded, "but it's what you said. I told you that you had to be careful with wishes."
"So, how do I get back to normal?"
"Easy," Jim answered. "You either make another wish to fix yourself, or wait for the hour time limit to expire. Of course, if you want, I could fix it."
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