“For my first wish I want to be the most popular boy in my class. I want to be attractive, athletic, stylish, and charismatic,” the boy said.
I looked him up and down. He was a skinny and plain freshman right now, but I figured I could make it work, and have a little fun of my own.
I pointed at him, and instantly the transformation began. The boy stretched taller, to a decent height of 5’10”; his brown hair turned blonde, and became styled into a quiff; his skin tanned and his face shifted to become quite handsome. His Adam’s apple enlarged slightly; his shoulders broadened somewhat; his waist narrowed.
The boy let out a yelp as his clothes disappeared, except for his underwear. Inside of it, a large bulge became visible. His muscles swelled, from his biceps to his pecs to his thighs and calves, as 6 abs became visible. When all was said and done, he wasn’t huge, but he was a lean and ripped 155 pounds.
Finally, new clothes appeared, a pair of skinny jeans that showed off his thicker legs and butt, and a denim jacket half-buttoned, showing an impressive chest for his age. An expensive watch appeared on his wrist, and mirrored sunglasses on his face.
What the boy didn’t know was that I had added some other new character traits for him, narcissism and arrogance. From now on, he would be a rich boy who was so self-obsessed that he had no time for the many girls chasing him or the guys who admired his athletic ability. Nor would he remember being any different.
However, this new young jerk still had two wishes from me. What would he wish for?