"So, just to be clear, you'll grant me absolutely any 3 wishes?" Luke asked April.
"Yeah, sure," she replied dismissively.
"Ok. I wish that I was the 17-year-old high school football captain, that I was drop-dead gorgeous and girls couldn't resist me, and that I was the smartest and most popular guy at school, with colleges lining up at my door," Luke said.
April nodded. She made a hand gesture in Luke's direction. A flurry of gold sparks swirled around him, obscuring him from view. When the sparks faded, there stood a sexy young man. He was 6'5" tall, with midnight-black glossy hair, a pale complexion, and a cupidlike face of full lips and perfect teeth. His muscles were huge, perfectly sculpted, from his beach ball pecs and football biceps to his washboard abs and crushing thighs. He wore tight clothes that fit his body well.
"Yes, this'll do," he said in a deep voice. "Now..."