The following day, you go to the spot where you hid the diary. You snicker as you take up a pen. You begin to write in it as your body begins to change. Your six-foot-long black hair cascades over your whole body as you write down your next wish. You say in a whisper the words you wrote, "I wish to have two sets of yoga ball-sized boobs!" As your wish is granted, you feel the second pair of breasts pushing out from under your current pair. As it reaches your current size, both pairs grow simultaneously until they reach your specified size. You say to yourself, "I don't want to give up my kids, or these boobs! They are staying right where they are!" You tie your hair up into three long braids as they hang behind you.
Your Mom walks in to see your new body. She says, "I thought I told you to make your boobs smaller!"
You reply, "You didn't say how long. And these are here to stay, including my babies! You can't make me give up on them! I love them!"
Your Mom, frustratingly, begrudgingly accepts to your terms, since you've gotten so attached to your current assets. She leans down and says, "Okay, sweetie, you win. But if anything, you should wish to know how to take care of a baby. And maybe to lactate, those kids will be born hungry."
You did so, now knowing everything about taking care of children and now with four, milk-filled breasts at your disposal, you were now all set to take care of your growing offspring. You smile in victory.
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