I hunted down my friend Trevor and shared my secret, I tried to show off my power by letting him try to take the ring off but he wasn't really impressed... After he came up with several wishes to force people to love him or steal the physique of the school's QB I finally got through to him that I don't want chaos on my hands and I want to try to get consent before changing things about people. I used the example of a middle schooler walking by and switching their physique with his, if he got the ring instead of me.
Trevor became frustrated, but seemed to get my point, "Well, just make me stronger and better muscled, man. I'm not hung up on where it comes from. I don't even know why I'm entertaining you on this."
"I can do that!" I exclaimed. "I wish that Trevor would gain 20 lbs of muscle as though he had been consistently working out over the last year and people will remember him growing to this form, and only Trevor and I will recognize this change as sudden."
Trevor's average body began expanding, his biceps strained his sleeves and his pec's pressed against his shirt. His legs strained his pants seam, and due to all his clothes suddenly being tighter, he was immobilized physically and stunned.
I chuckled, "Oh, um... I wish all your clothes fit your new physique perfectly." and immediately his shirt and pants shifted to not fit so tightly on him, though his new pecs were clear on his now athletic build.
Trevor made his way to the wall, leaning on it for support and felt his new body for several seconds before even being able to speak. "Dude."
"I know." I replied, trying to keep him calm.
"Dude!"
"I know, but keep it down and stop feeling up your chest."
"Dude, do you know what this means?"
"I'm pretty sure I do, but you can tell me if you'd like." I said with a chuckle.
"It means you can... you're..." his brain was conjuring all the potential things we could wish for, but in the middle of it his face of wonder became... his eyes snapped to me and he looked scared and fell to his knees. "You're a god. Please wish that I'll never do anything to piss you off, I, I don't want you to ever have cause to smite me." he pleaded in a quiet whisper.
"Oh my god, get up!" I ushered Trevor into a nearby less crowded hall. "No, I'm not a god, I'm your friend, and I don't want to smite you."
"But you could."
"Yes. But I won't. Just like the richest person COULD buy every house around yours and trench a moat around your property just to destroy your property value and lifestyle, but they won't. I can make you forget this, but wanted to include you in this. Is that what you want?"
Trevor thought for a moment before shaking his head no. The peace of mind he'd gain from not knowing, is outweighed by the danger of accidentally and unknowingly aligning against someone who could change reality at a whim.
"Good, then just be normal about this. We can have fun, and I've already shown you that I don't want anyone to be hurt by these powers."
It took Trevor another moment to let this sink in and with the existential crisis over, he smiled and nodded as the 5 minute bell for first period rang.
I realized that in all my pondering and discussing, I hadn't yet stopped at my locker to drop off my bookbag. I told Trevor I'd meet him in class and was just stepping into the classroom as the final bell rang.
This was the class, my worst subject, it probably would have been better if it was later in the day so I was less tired, but in organizing my schedule, I just wanted to get the bad stuff over with. Settling into our seats the substitute teacher, came before the class and started by reminding the class that our usual teacher is out for the week and taking role call. Ms. Parker, as she introduced herself, was a bombshell.
She looked to be in her early 20's and was wearing a dress with a suit coat. An interesting fashion choice, but on her, it worked... On her, anything or nothing at all, would work. A slip of paper hit my elbow, a note from Trevor who shared this class with me and hated it just as much. "You could change your relationship with her." was all it said.
I scribbled a reply, pausing to acknowledge my name in the role call, "I don't want to control people." I wrote back.
"What good is power if you aren't going to use it?" he pressed.
Getting irritated, I kept the note as the lights dimmed and the movie turned on, I started organizing my thoughts and scribbling out my notes. "I can get everything I want without taking it from people and treating humans like dirt to be molded to my whim... Rather than changing her or forcing her actions, I **** that I would perfectly embody 10-20 of the most arousing traits Mr. Parks finds attractive in men by end of day and that nobody but Trevor and I would notice anything out of place as I change." Proud of myself, and a horny teen, I made the wish and passed the note back to Trevor getting an immediate snicker from him as he read it.
One school video that manages to make interesting things boring later, the light come on and...