Paul held the wand for a moment, considering his options. This smooth and silvery bauble had caused a lot of trouble so far, and things weren't back to normal yet. He looked down with mixed feelings at his young neighbor, just three inches tall and struggling to extricate himself from his coworker Steve's comparatively massive testicle.
Paul didn't help him. He wanted time to think. Matt was yelling something up at him in what looked like an impatient manner, but the small teenager was easy to ignore.
Finally, an idea beginning to form, he pointed the wand at Matt and said, "I wish Matt were his full size again." Immediately, the small boy began to grow. In moments, he was his natural height (or what Paul perceived as his natural height) and naked, pinned as Paul had been earlier under the massive naked body of his coworker.
As Matt's height stabilized, Paul felt a small thrill go through his body, like soda fizzing in his blood. It was over in a moment, but he felt slightly more energetic afterward.
"Uh, thanks," Matt grunted, trying to get out from under Steve. "Can I have the wand back now?"
"No," said Paul. The rest of his plan had come to him. "I also wish that, whenever Steve gets a hard-on, Matt will begin to shrink again. When Steve is not hard, Matt will return to his normal height."
"No!" cried Matt, whose height, recently regained, began once again to dwindle. The frozen Steve was as hard as could be.
Once again, upon making the wish, Paul felt the weird energy course through his body again, but nothing else seemed different except the shrinking neighbor boy.
"I wish that Steve can move again and forget why he came over and what happened when he got here. I also wish that he keeps his sexual attraction to shrinking people."
Paul felt the energizing thrill again as Steve blinked to life, crying out in surprise to find himself naked, entangled with a naked young man.
"What's gong on? Where am I? Paul!" Steve's eyes alighted on a familiar face. But was it? "Is that you, Paul? God, I almost didn't recognize you. You look younger!"
Matt, preoccupied until this point, looked up and saw it was true. Mr. DeSoto did look almost ten years younger. The price of wishing had not come in height for him, but in age. Interesting, but Matt had other problems.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Steve, but I'll leave you two alone now," said Paul, backing out of the room and shutting the door. He heard their muffled voices as he walked down to the laundry room to get some clean clothes. He felt better than he had in years, and he also felt immensely powerful with the wand at his disposal.
Suddenly, he heard the front door open. His kids were home.