"I wish..." Ryan felt himself pause. "I wish..." Again his mind seemed to have just gone blank. There were so many things rushing through it that he couldn't just focus on one. Instead, it felt like he couldn't wish for any of it. "Damn it... I didn't think this would be so hard to do."
Gaz floated around him. "You don't have to make all the wishes at once. You have an entire month that you can wish for whatever you like."
"I know," Ryan sighed. He dropped down onto his bed. "But I feel like I know what I want. I just want to say, 'I wish I'm built like a bodybuilder,' or, 'I wish that if I wanted to fuck someone they'd say yes.'"
Quietly and away from Ryan, Gaz said, "Granted." It was quiet enough that Ryan didn't seem to hear. Or maybe it was he was too distracted by his own thoughts. But at the same time Gaz had made sure to change the wishes ever so slightly as not to betray the college student's trust. Over the month he'd be slowly turning more and more into a bodybuilder. His body growing and habits changing to adapt to the growth. While the other person would say yes, only if they were also interested in him. "Like I said, it doesn't have to be all at once. Why don't we go for a walk. Maybe that'll give you an idea."
"Maybe..." Ryan sighed again. He left his dorm room and went down the hallway. Gaz floated around his head. No one who he passed seemed to notice the genie currently hovering a feet off the ground. "So what about everyone else? Are you just invisible to them?"
"Uh-huh," Gaz nodded. "Unless you don't want me to."
"Nah it's fine. I just didn't know how all this worked," Ryan said as they continued their walk through the campus. It wasn't too big. Big enough to have a couple of sports teams but nothing that really made the school stand out. It was a mostly average college with several buildings for classrooms, a gym, a cafeteria and a grassy quad in the middle of everything. A bunch of the guys were playing flag football with a frisbee in the middle. They had some ratty old blue and red jerseys to distinguish their teams. But Ryan found his eyes drifting over as them he walked around the quad. He let out a sigh.
"Have any ideas?" Gaz seemed to perk up as Ryan's eyes lingered on the other men.
A devious grin filled the college student's face. "I mean... Is it bad if I were to wish that they were playing shirts vs skins?"
"Not at all," Gaz swiveled around to make sure Ryan could get a better view.
Ryan's grin only grew. "Okay. Do that then."
"I'm sorry Ryan," Gaz frowned. "You have to say 'I wish' if you want me to be able to grant a wish. Otherwise I can't do anything."
"Oh right," Ryan nodded. "I wish that they were playing a game of shirts vs skins instead of red vs blue."
"Granted," Gaz said. He waved his finger around and smoke instantly left it. It gathered around the quad and one of the teams was instantly made shirtless while the other team only wore sleeveless shirts.
Ryan eyed the jocks. "Woah..." he muttered as he stared blankly at them. "I didn't realize they were so buff..."
Gaz smiled at his slight alteration to Ryan's wish. Not only were these men playing shirtless, but it was the winning team that got to. And by doing that it encouraged them to work out harder in the gym. Their already built bodies only grew even stronger. Thick pecs pushed out in front of them while many of them had very visible six pack abs. But even the stockier guys were showing off a bit more as well. Their thick hairy bellies were firm while their large built ass were testing the strength of the athletic shorts they were wearing. But what Ryan hadn't noticed were how many of them were wearing jocks instead of underwear. The bands of their new underwear didn't always seem to fit neatly into their shorts.
"Do you think they look happy Ryan?" Gaz asked.
Ryan nodded. "Maybe it's not so bad..."