Madame Illusia sneered at the boy. "Now then. You lied to get in here. I think I will make your lie the truth." She waved a hand, and the boy started to get older. He stared down at himself as he moved into his early teens, then matured into a high school student. His clothing changed, becoming a cheap blue delivery uniform with Pizza Hut on the pocket. He was 18 now, pimple-faced and gawky looking, with greasy hair and crooked teeth.
"A pizza delivery boy was your claim - let that be your life!" The ugly teen blinked and shook his head - he didn;t think so good now, but then, he didn;t need to think much. He was a pizza delivery boy. A box appeared in his hand - "Uh. someone here order a stuffed-crust pepperoni?"