“Like it would come true if I said that I wish my family is super rich,” Nick said with an eye roll.
But as you looked at Nick, you saw a change come over him. He now wore a silk polo and perfectly pressed khakis, as well as fancy shoes and an expensive-looking watch. His formerly messy black hair was perfectly coiffed and his glasses were gone, as Nick had evidently had laser surgery to correct his vision.
“Or if I wish that I’ve been amazing at playing football since 2nd grade,” Nick continued.
Once again, you saw Nick change. This time, his body swelled with tight muscle. Underneath his shirt, which grew to accommodate him, he gained washboard abs and big pecs, while his arms knotted up like softballs.
“Or if I wish that you’re my preteen brother,” Nick said. “Wishing machines aren’t real.”
My body begged to the contrary, as I shrank down a few inches in height. However, what I lost I gained back in lean muscle mass, and in a vague reflection I could see my wavy blond hair and attractive face. Plus, I now wore name-brand clothes similar to Nick’s.
“Now come on, kid,” Nick said, grabbing my arm and pulling me away. “Let’s go home.”