Ty looked around and saw a young mother sitting on a park bench next to a stroller, which held the cutest baby boy he’d ever seen. Ty had always liked babies, and he wondered if this baby would retain cuteness (or good looks) as he grew up.
He decided to find out. Ty made a silent wish for the boy to simply age up to 16 and that reality would change for all but Ty.
The boy began to get bigger, approaching toddler size, eventually crying against the tightness of the stroller buckles. His mother took him out and set him on the ground, where he stood as the stroller vanished.
Soon the boy was about 5 years old, still adorable and full of energy. “Mommy, can I go play in the sandbox?” he asked.
“All right, Finn, but stay close where I can watch you,” the mother replied.
The blond little boy ran off to join the kids in the sandbox. He wore a Diego T-shirt and khaki shorts.
As Ty watched, Finn continued to grow older, and by the time he was 10 years old he was bored by the sandbox. He saw a group of boys his age playing football and went to join them, disregarding his mother.
Finn was now about 4’7”, and a cute blond boy with blue eyes and shaggy hair. As girls started to “date” boys, he was the one they all had a crush on. He was lean and wore a blue Captain America shirt and khaki shorts.
Soon it was clear that Finn had a talent for sports, and as he slowly aged past all the other boys in the group, hitting 13, his leadership skills became apparent. At this point, he was noticeably big even for a 13-year-old boy, standing 5’7” and weighing 145 pounds. He was quite muscular, with thick arms and developing abs.
By the time Finn hit 16, he was quite large. He was 6’2” and 215 pounds of pure muscle, wearing a red dri-fit shirt that clung to every contour of his torso, and tight shorts. He was still blond and handsome, and girls couldn’t get enough of him.
Ty thought this had been a success. He also decided to wish that Finn was his best friend, so he’d always have a big guy to protect him.