"So. For my first wish!" Nova said, locking eyes with Dylan. He suddenly became uncomfortable beneath her gaze.
"Dylan, these last few days I've spent with you have been really fun, but you do leave something to be desired physically," Nova admitted.
"Hey!" Dylan protested.
Nova turned to Kelly. "I wish that Dylan was tall, very sexy, very muscular, dressed very fashionably, and had a deep voice; and that no one but the three of us would ever remember him like this."
Kelly pointed at Dylan, who crumpled to the ground moaning as he was struck by the lightning that erupted from Kelly's fingers.
Immediately the changes began to manifest themselves. Dylan's whole body began to stretch out, making him about 6'4" standing up. His skin tanned while his brown hair grew lighter, into a blond fade. His muscles began to pop out all over, with his chest rising like baking bread, his biceps growing thicker than softballs, his abs appearing distinctly, his thighs filling out like Greek columns. His face remodeled itself until he looked as rugged and chiseled as a model.
As Dylan sat up, new clothes began to form on him. Soon he was wearing skinny jeans and a tight red shirt with a slight V-neck, which clung to his huge chest and abs and hugged his arms.
"Is it over?" Dylan groaned in his new very deep voice.
Kelly said, "It is."
The three of them looked around the room. There was evidence of Dylan having been athletic for a long time.
Nova stepped toward him. "You're perfect," she whispered, and kissed him hard on the lips. Dylan was initially surprised, then relaxed and drew her in further. Kelly grimaced and looked away.