"I need to go where non of you weaklings will interfere with my perfection!" She ran up stairs and locked the door. She stood in front of the mirror and glared. She fired up a yellow beam her stomach firmed into a six-pack as her arms and legs piled on muscle traps, delts, quads, traps and biceps all sprang to life and ballooned outwardly as she cleared her throughout as her vocal chords thickened feeling dry becoming deeper she looked like a heavyweight bodybuilder the halter top clung to beefy shoulders and thick saturated pecs with nothing left of her breasts but a Little padding and erect female nipples. She stretched her thick veiny arms out doing a double pose of her 30" biceps popping out of her halter "weak fabric" stripping off her mini skirt ignoring the nubby clitoris bordering in her satin panties her voice sounding like a teenage boys "sexy voice" she rubbed her thickened hand over her washboard abs. " Needs more definition" she looked up at the mirror she had broader features and being a woman still wanted to look beautiful she tinkered with the settings and fired a magenta beam at her face. Her hair became platinum blonde and cascaded down in thick tresses as her face morphed to resemble a supermodel's. Her muscular hand accidentally hit a gold button with wish on it and a real mist came out of the remote control "I wish I was a famous super model and all the girls in the world wanted to be like me." The room spun as reality warped and reshaped itself Tricia passed out.