The now older Tim looked down at his body. He had been a skinny, short 15 year old just moments before, but suddenly he was taller, a little more built. He looked down at Susan, his younger sister's friend, and a wide smile played across his face. He took her by the hand and led her to her room.
When they were finished, he made Susan leave without giving her his number. Tim took a moment to survey his room, his libido satisfied. It was a dump. It looked like pigs lived here. He had barely anything, he didn't even have a computer! His clothes were rags. He looked in the mirror and was grossed out by what he saw. He looked like some backwoods hick! Suddenly, his dick began hardening again, and his thoughts turned to pussy once more. "Fuck!" He said, working out what had happened. "Whin ah terned Vickee into duh skewls biggust slut, ah must've made reahlitee diffuhrent and made me slutty and white trash too... and now ah'm all dumb an' stuff!"
Tim grabbed the ray gun and went downstairs to find Vicky, reasoning that if he changed her and then changed himself then he could set things right again (after he'd taken care of his libido problem again, of course). On his way out he passed the kitchen and heard his parents going at it in the kitchen, yelling in their yokel accents, and realized that his parents of course were white trash now too.
"Ah'd bettah staht at duh source!" he said, and then he turned the ray gun on his mom and then his dad, and then himself, wishing real hard that they weren't white trash anymore, and they had money and smarts and looks and success and a nice house and all those things.
Suddenly, everything went fuzzy for a moment. When Tim could see again, he looked in the mirror and gasped. He looked like a model out of GQ, or a character on a soap opera. He was tall, very well built, and perfect looking, wearing an expensive suit. He wore an expensive watch on his wrist and multiple rings. His broad shoulders and tree trunk arms gave him a very sexy look. And his very hard penis promised he had plenty to offer down there...
Very hard penis? Why was he still... Fuck! He thought again, as new thoughts and memories flooded into his mind. He easily reasoned what had happened this time. Yes, he was quite intelligent and successful. The football and academic awards splattering the walls proved that. His family was quite rich and well known, and he and his sister were beautiful young things. Yet that success had to come from somewhere. What he hadn't wished away was the slut part. They were now a very successful professional brothel house, and he and his sister were part of the business.
"Tim, come here darling. Your latest customer is here." His mother called. Tim looked in their enormous kitchen and saw a handsome young man standing there, waiting expectantly. For some reason he wasn't turned off by the prospect of having sex with a man. He felt his hardened member, flashed a white toothed smile at himself in a mirror, and went into the kitchen. Things could be worse.