Timothy popped a chocolate in his mouth as he headed home. It tasted normal, though very good. But before he could make a wish, he plowed straight into the bully he’d been running from before, Mark.
“Watch it!” Mark barked out, then realized who it was. “Ah, Jessica- I mean, Tiny Timmy!” He laughed at his terrible joke.
Mark was a tall boy for his age, and lean, who’d been taking martial arts classes since he was 6. This had given him the idea that he could use his skills on anyone he chose, and at 14, he was only getting stronger.
Timothy was about to cower as Mark raised his fist, but then remembered he had a wish to make. He smiled up at Mark, peacefully, which confused Mark.
Timothy said, “I wish that I will always be bigger and more handsome and more muscular and stronger than you, no matter how far you go.”
Mark watched in horror as Timothy closed his eyes and shot up to 5’10”, two inches taller than him. Timothy’s plain face remolded itself into one worthy of a young catalog model, with golden blond hair topping it off in a quiff. His muscles bulged all over his body, shoving out his tightening clothes. By the end, he weighed 160, easily topping Mark’s 145.
Timothy smiled as he opened his eyes. “Now,” he said in a more mature but not fully fallen voice, “where were we? Oh yes,” shoving Mark easily to the sidewalk.
Mark looked up at him in fear. Timothy leaned in close. “Now you know, Marky-Mark,” he said in a mocking tone, “no matter how far you go in life, you will always be second best. If you grow taller or buffer, so will I. If you become the strongest teenager ever, you’ll still be weaker than me. If you become more attractive with the years, I will still be ahead of you. And unlike you, I’ll never lose any of it.” He knew this because it had all come into his head during is transformation. “Now beat it!”
Mark scampered to his feet and took off running. Timothy laughed, wondering what he’d do next.