14-year-old Quentin Lane nervously dialed the number and waited for a response on the other end.
“Hello, Fairy Godmother Hotline, how may I grant your wish today?”
“Um, hi, my name is Quentin Lane,” he stammered out.
“Why hello, Quentin, how may I help you?”
“Well...” Quentin looked in his bedroom mirror at his reflection. The boy he saw there made his heart sink. He had mousy, tangled brown hair, weak features, muddy brown eyes, thick glasses, teeth covered in braces, pale skin, ubiquitous acne, and a very short, skinny body. In short, a boy most around him considered ugly. Even his voice sounded snorty and nerdy.
“I’m ugly, miss. Really ugly. I’m so desperate I called this number. Can you really grant me a wish?”
“We certainly can!”
“Well, in that case, I wish that I looked better. No, scratch that. I wish that I was so handsome that I could be a model, the most handsome boy I know!”
“Anything else, sir?”
“No, that’s all, thanks.”
“All right, then. I’d recommend that you turn your attention to the nearest mirror. Have a nice day and recommend us to your friends!”
Quentin hung up and looked in the mirror. His eyes widened as he realized he was naked and his glasses and braces were gone! But that was just the start.
Quentin watched as his hair smoothed out and turned a golden blond. His eyes turned green, his teeth white and straight, his jaw firmed up with the rest of his features. His skin tanned, accentuating his new hair, and any trace of acne disappeared.
Quentin’s body slowly began to bulk up, swelling with muscle. His pecs pumped up like pillows, biceps reached tennis ball size, thicker legs bulged outward, and a 6-pack popped out of his gut. Then new clothes appeared on his new body: briefs showing a bigger package than before, skinny jeans showing every curve, and a tight white T-shirt with a deep V-neck.
Quentin covered his mouth with his hands. He could hardly believe what had happened. His wish came true, and now he was so hot he could have any girl he wanted!