Arnold retreated to his room, pondering what had just happened. He’d used the controller to turn his sister into a pig ballerina, and reality seemed to have shifted so everyone thought it was normal.
The 12-year-old sighed as the infinite possibilities began to sink in. He could change absolutely anything and no one would care. What should he do?
Arnold glanced at his reflection in the small mirror on his wall. A skinny kid, mop of messy blond hair, not super tall but lanky, thick glasses: overall unimpressive. Perhaps he should start here.
Gripping the controller tightly, Arnold closed his eyes and said, “I’m an 18-year-old hunk.”
The flash came and went again. Arnold opened his eyes and looked at the mirror; a larger, nicer mirror, he noticed in the back of his mind. He saw a tall, tan, muscular young man, with short and styled blond hair, chiseled features, a clean shave, and bulges everywhere, from his pillow-sized pecs to thick arms to washboard abs to the massive bulge in his crotch. He still had thick glasses, but they were quite stylish, and he wore a small gold cross around his neck; only athletic shorts and a jockstrap covered his lower half, as he was shirtless.
Arnold was so enraptured with his new body that he didn’t look around at the further reality changes connected to it. Nor did he remember that, having now gone through a strong puberty, his libido was now quite high.