The guy was dressed as a wizard. He had a neat little black beard, and round silver granny glasses, which wasn't too odd, but he also was wearing a black velvet smoking jacket embroidered with moons and stars and a matching cap. And he had a thick ebony wand with a bat at the tip pointed straight at her.
"So, April," he said, stepping up and pointing the wand straight at her face, "what do you think of your new powers?"
"My powers?" April gulped. This guy meant business, and she was suddenly very sorry for having given her little brother a firehose cock and turning his calves into weather balloons.
The wizard still had his wand pointed at her face. "For the viewing audience at home."
"What?" April echoed, confused.
"Haven't you realized?" the wizard asked. "You've been selected as a contestant for Magical Childe! You and your friends have been given powers, but who gets to keep them is up to the viewing audience at home and our four celebrity judges. And while I must admit that Selera, the Wicked Fairy, currently favors you, Rocarro, the Dark Magician, doesn't think you're being anywhere evil enough to get his vote, while of course Xanatwink, the Fairy Godfather, only gave you points for the penis trick--playing to the judge there--and Mayella the White Witch disapproves of both the cruelty and the sex, so no points there. But you've managed to please the fairy side of the aisle, and pick up a small token vote from Rocarro for general evilness, so you're currently in the lead."
April thought. "So if I win, I get to keep my powers?"
The wizard nodded. "And more. But if you lose, the judges will each bless you and curse you as they see fit."
April gulped. "How do I impress all the judges?"
The wizard grinned. "That's the challenge of the show. Good, Evil, Magician, Fey--you've got two of each watching. What's your next wish?"
April thought. She had to impress the good judges without pissing off the evil ones. Plus she had on judge who liked sex while the other was a prude.
"I wish," April began, then smiled wider, "I wish my brother was more athletic and would go out and play, so I wish that the next athlete he sees when he turns on tv--and he will--he'll turn into a ten-year-old version of, minus the inflatable calves."
"What an interesting wish," said the wizard. "This is Dirk Darkly. Let's go see what the judges think."
He suddenly disappeared in a cloud of black smoke with silver sparkles, and April wondered what her brother would turn on.