Usagi frantically rubbed the lamp again, hoping that Rasol would reappear and fix her. But instead of the genie, a holographic message beamed from the lamp in glowing letters:

"NOTICE: Genie services are unavailable for 24 hours after a wish has been granted. Thank you for your patience."

"WHAT?!" Usagi screeched, nearly hurling the lamp across the room. "I can't wait that long! Tomorrow's a school day!" She began pacing, clutching her head. "What do I do? What do I do?!"

Her reflection caught her attention, and she froze. The absurd proportions on her body made her feel like a parody of herself. "Okay, okay, think," she muttered. "I just have to keep this hidden until tomorrow. Easy, right?"

The next morning, Usagi shuffled downstairs wearing the baggiest sweater she could find, paired with oversized sweatpants. Her family stared at her as she put tamagoyaki on her plate.

"Usagi," her mother said, narrowing her eyes, "what are you wearing? You look like you're hiding from the paparazzi."

"It's… um… fashion!" Usagi said, forcing a grin. "Baggy clothes are totally in right now. Everyone's wearing them."

"Baggy clothes?" Shingo, her little brother, snorted. "You look like a walking laundry pile."

Usagi shot him a glare. "You wouldn't understand. It's called avant-garde, okay?"

Her dad, who was reading the newspaper, didn't even look up. "As long as it's not expensive, I don't care."

Her mom shrugged. "Well, I guess it's harmless. Just don't get too carried away. I already have to lecture you about your school grades, don't force me to do it about fashion as well."

"Phew," Usagi muttered under her breath, quickly finishing her meal. But her relief was short-lived—school was another matter entirely.

At Juuban Middle School, the dreaded school uniform loomed over Usagi like a final boss. The snug blazer and pleated skirt left zero room to hide her… situation. With a sinking heart, she entered the classroom, clutching a book tightly to her chest.

"Usagi, why are you holding that book so weirdly?" asked Naru, her best friend. "You're not even reading it."

"I, uh, thought I'd try a new learning technique," Usagi stammered, laughing nervously. "You know, osmosis."

Before Naru could press further, someone else gasped. "Usagi?!" Haruna-sensei, their teacher, pointed at her. "What happened to you? You—you—"

The entire class turned to look. Usagi felt their eyes burning into her as her secret unraveled. Whispers erupted.

"She wasn't like that yesterday!"
"Is she wearing pads?"
"No way, those are real!"
"Holy crap, she's bigger than the teacher!"

Usagi flushed bright red. Clutching the book tighter, she bolted from the room.

In the park, Usagi slumped onto a bench, still clutching the book. Well, she tried to sit, but her newly relocated assets made it an awkward balancing act. Eventually, she just leaned forward, burying her face in her hands.

"This is the worst," she muttered. "Why did I ever make that stupid wish? I just wanted to feel normal, but now I feel like a freak!"

Her pity party didn't last long. A loud scream pierced the air, and a demonic voice roared, "PREPARE TO FACE YOUR DOOM, MORTAL!"

Usagi groaned. "Oh, great. Of course a demon attacks today."

Reluctantly, she transformed into Sailor Moon, but even her iconic outfit couldn't escape her new proportions. She stood awkwardly as the demon, a monstrous wolf-like creature with glowing red eyes, turned to face her.

The demon took one look at her—and burst out laughing.

"BAHAHAHA! Is this a joke?!" it howled, clutching its sides. "You're Sailor Moon? What's with your body?! Don't tell that what's hanging down on your behind are... BAHAHA?!"

Tears prickled at Usagi's eyes. "SHUT UP!" she screamed, before attacking. "MOON TIARA ACTION!"

The demon was laughing so hard it didn't even bother dodging. The tiara hit its mark, and the creature exploded into dust. Usagi stood there, trembling.

"It didn't even fight back," she muttered, before running home in shame.

Back in her room, Luna was waiting for her. The moment Usagi walked in, Luna's jaw dropped—metaphorically of course.

"Usagi… WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!"

Usagi threw herself onto the bed, sobbing. "I messed up, Luna! I wished for bigger boobs, but now my butt and boobs switched places, and everyone's laughing at me!"

Luna facepalmed with her paw. "You wished for WHAT?! I can't believe my chosen warrior fell for a genie scam!"

"Don't lecture me!" Usagi snapped. "I already feel terrible!"

Before Luna could reply, the lamp on Usagi's desk began to glow. "Finally!" Usagi said, rushing over to summon Rasol.

The genie appeared, looking as smug as ever. "Ah, my young friend! How are you enjoying your wish?"

"I HATE IT!" Usagi yelled. "Undo it right now!"

Rasol raised a hand. "I'm afraid that's not possible. Wishes are one-time deals. They can't simply be undone. Once granted it stays forever."

Usagi's eyes filled with tears. "But I regret it so much! I just want people to understand what I'm going through! I just want to be like everyone else again!"

Rasol stroked his chin. "Hmm… interesting." He clapped his hands. "Granted!"

"What? No! That wasn't a—" Usagi said, but Rasol disappeared in a puff of smoke before she could finish the sentence.

Usagi just stood there for a few seconds as she zoned only to come to herself when she finally noticed everyone inside and outside her house screaming.

"I think I should go to bed now" she said.

The next morning, Usagi woke up to a house that was completely silent. She went down the stairs to find her family watching tv, holding their heads, like they all suffered a mental breakdown. On second thought, they probably did. All they were capable of was to watch in disbelieve. The TV had only one thing running, which was coverage of the phenomenon that occurred globally. Indeed, everyone had their chest and butt switch places. This sudden change threw a monkey wrench into everyday interactions. All the wars stopped, the economy stopped collapsing and for the first time the Wallmart stores were empty on a workday.

Usagi didn't interact with her family, they clearly haven't processed the change yet and decided to go outside, to see how everyone else is coping.

The streets were chaos. People were stumbling clumsily around in discomfort. A man yelled, "What the hell is this madness? I need a bra now and my pants don't fit anymore!" while a woman screamed, "Why are my boobs on my butt?! How am I supposed to sit down now?"

Some people were affected more than others. Women with breast enlargement surgery didn't appreciate the airbag feature on their behind. Bodybuilders were affected the most though, since all of their chest gains turned to ass.

A lot of changes will need to be made to address the new normal. Clothes will have to be redesigned, using the toilet will no longer be the same, sitting down will be replaced by kneeling and who knows what else will change.

As Usagi was walking down the street watching the mayhem unfold, Luna appeared and confronted her.

"Usagi, what did you DO?!"

"It wasn't my fault!" Usagi cried. "I didn't mean for this to happen!"

"Well, now the whole world's in this jam!" Luna said, gesturing to the chaos. "What are you going to do about it?"

Usagi thought for a moment, then grinned mischievously. "Nothing. Both wishes backfired, so I won't touch the lamp again."

"WHAT? You can't be serious!" shouted Luna.

"Maybe I should ask Rasol to switch things up for cats too. How would you like it, Luna?"

Luna's eyes widened. "DON'T YOU DARE!"

Usagi laughed. "Kidding! …Mostly. But you heard Rasol, he refuses to reverse a wish and he always twists a wish in a way that there are consequences. I won't be touching that lamp until I figure out how to bypass that!"

And with that Usagi continued her walk and for the first time in days, she felt okay. Sure, the world was in havoc and she cursed all of humanity, but at least now she wasn't alone in her misery anymore. She did however learn an important lesson in accepting oneself, as she's living proof of what happens when you get blinded by cosmetic fads. Now all she needs to do is to find out how to set things back on track and prevent the dystopian future the world is facing. Humans shouldn't mess with mother nature, Marry Shelly's ideas should serve as a warning and not as an instruction manual.