From Rest In Fleece: Ghosts, Tall Tales & Horror Stories by Jan Olandese https://www.amazon.com/Rest-Fleece-Ghosts-Horror-Stories/dp/1521496153/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Drucinda longed to be a size two. She’d been a fourteen ever so long, when finally she’d dieted and exercised herself down to a ten. But she had yet to meet the standards of the magazines she read, or those of her circle. She felt judged by the others.
She was resigned to her fate, that of the girl with the good personality to make up for her chunkiness. She was indeed clever and witty. Still, though.
Downtown one day, Drucinda was window shopping and espied a sign: Genie Inc: Your Wish Is Our Command. She laughed to herself. Well wouldn’t that be something. It has to be some gimmick. As she was deliberating, someone said
“You won’t know if you don’t ask.” She looked up and an attractive older woman stood at the door.
“Why not come in,” she said. “We can answer any questions you may have. I assure you, we do make wishes come true!”
Having time on her hands, Drucinda smiled and followed the woman inside. There was a comfortable waiting area; she took a seat. The woman joined her.
“My name is Elaine. I’m here to facilitate whatever your hopes might be. I don’t judge: after all, it’s your dream. But I sense there is something you very much want. Would you care to talk about it?”
“Honestly, I have a good life. My job’s okay, I have enough to meet my needs, and I live in a nice part of town. My problem is that I’ve always wanted to be thinner. No matter how I try, how much I diet or work out, I seem stuck here at size ten. I so want to be a two. I’d give anything.”
If Elaine’s ears had been visible under her hairstyle, they would be seen to have perked right up.
“We may have the answer for you,” said Elaine. “Just for the sake of conversation: what would you be willing to give up if you could be a size two?”
“Anything,” replied Drucinda. If I could be a size two, I’d give up my family, friends, job, you name it. I’d give up my cat. I’d give up my car. I’d give up my apartment. Just name it.”
“Fine. Come this way. You’ll want to meet our genie in residence. His name is Babael.” Drucinda followed Elaine into a well-appointed office, where an older man sat behind a desk. He looked quite conventional in his Brooks Brothers suit and tie. He stood, reached over to shake Drucinda’s hand (she felt a faint electric shock. Static, she thought), and offered her a chair. Elaine joined them.
“Hello, Drucinda,” said Babael. “I hear your wish is to be a size two. I can understand why. And I can help you achieve that goal if you work with me.”
“Just say the word,” replied Drucinda. “I can think of nothing more important to me.”
“All right. There’s just the matter of the contact here. No, not that one, that’s the Swamp Land In Florida Purchase Agreement. Ah, here it is. The Your Wish is My Command contract. If you’ll look it over and please just sign here, here and here . . .” Babael was worse than a realtor with sales paperwork. “. . . and here, and here, and here. And initial here, and on these pages at the bottom.”
Drucinda took a moment to review the paperwork. Nothing stood out as unreasonable. Unfortunately, she had left her reading glasses on her desk. There was, as you surely expected, some very, very fine print. Not that it would have made a difference. Babael always used disappearing ink.
“It all looks fine,” she said, and signed off.
“When does the transformation happen?” she asked excitedly. “I can’t wait to begin!”
“It has begun already. You will see that when it’s complete, you will be a perfect size two, and you won’t gain anything back. I think you’ll see we complied in every respect.”
“Thank you!” bubbled Drucinda. Elaine led her out and gave her a bottle of Your Wish Come True water.
Drucinda noticed no different at first. But sure enough, gradually her clothes got very loose. Every day she noticed she was a bit thinner, she weighed a bit less. People congratulated her.
One day, she woke up and she fit into the size two jeans she’d purchased for just this occasion. Her joy knew no bounds! She couldn’t wait to show her friends (who would be green!), her doctor (who was always at her about her weight), her ex (she’d show him!) and to change her profile information and photos on the two dating websites she used: Match Dud Com and E Harm Money. Now she could honestly put in a low weight, and say she was thin – she’d look it, too!
She stepped outside her door that morning to see: absolutely nothing. Everything was white. There was nothing there at all. No street, no people. No one to see her new size.
People said what a shame it was about Drucinda. She’d lost so much weight and had tried so hard. So sad: right as she’d finally achieved her goal, she’d died of an aneurism.