Andrew, thought two years older than Ty, was shorter than him, which was particularly bad since Ty was only 5'3"
"Hey Ty," Andrew said. "Anything interesting lately?"
Well, lots interesting had happened, but Ty really didn't want to talk about it, so he just told the actual, if deceptive, truth. "Well, just turned fifteen. No one in my family even mentioned it, but at least I get a birthday wish." Or two. Or umpteen.
Andrew sighed depressedly. "Nothing interesting here, except that my hair keeps falling out. I swear, I'm going to be bald by the time I'm a senior."
Ty grinned, shutting the door behind him. "Well, at least you've got a beard."
Andrew sat down on the couch. "I've been shaving since I was fourteen. Damn hormones. Wish I could have gotten something else in the genetic lottery."
"Like what?" Ty asked.
Andrew shrugged. "More hair, on my head at least. More height."
Ty thought. He wanted Andrew to be happier with his body, but he also wanted Andrew to still be Andrew. So he wished that Andrew would be taller with more hair, but that he'd be otherwise more or less unchanged, and he and everyone else would think that this was the way he'd always been.
Ty watched as his wish took effect, Andrew growing taller and taller while his hair filled in, and then both continued to skyrocket until at last Andrew sat on the couch, a lanky seven-foot giant with hair as wild as Tina Turner's. Andrew sighed, still depressedly. "I haven't the faintest idea where I got all the height or the hair for that matter. My dad's barely five feet and was bald as a ping-pong ball by the time he graduated high school, and then look at me." He gestured to himself. "I look like a giant Q-tip."
"More like a paint brush," Ty said.
Andrew chuckled. "Yeah, I guess so. Weird what you get from the genetic lottery, isn't it?"
Ty nodded. "Yeah."
Interesting wish, but Ty realized without being self-conscious, somewhat depressed and a little insecure about his body, Andrew wouldn't be Andrew.