The both of you laid back into your bed, utterly exhausted. Due to your stepparents'... well, everything, your bed is very small, forcing her to cuddle close into you. You examine your new lover closely. She's a five-foot tall red head, with small, pert breasts, and toned muscles. Her hair is very long- you suppose it would reach her small, sculpted rear if she stood up. Her heart shaped face is nestled into your neck, her almond shaped eyes softly closed. Her lips are soft and kissable. Freckles dot her cheeks, as well as her bare shoulders. You suddenly become a bit jealous.
Ever since you had started puberty, you had always been curious about the female body. That is, more curious than a normal boy your age. You wanted to become one. And now, with this limitless power? Why not? You pause time and get out of bed.
"I wish," you start, "That I was a 6-foot tall, buff, and tan girl, with long, golden hair, and sharp, silver eyes." Your body starts feeling warm- and then, your heart beats. You grow, both in height and muscle tone. Your skin tans a bit, becoming more bronze than the sickly white it was previously. You level out quickly, as do your defined muscles. Your hand ghosts over your new six-pack. Two mounds bubble out of your chest, as your hips widen, and your ass follows suit. They stop disappointingly quickly- barely a handful. Your disappointment is halted by your brown hair falling out of your scalp. Soon after, golden strands shoot out of your head, tickling your ankles. You rush over to the bathroom, just in time to see your brown eyes melting into a shiny silver. You look down at your hand and examine the rest of your new body. It was a bit... well. "I wish my breasts were large enough to bury... the girl's head between them, and that my hips and ass grew to match them... I wish that my hair was extremely thick and smooth, yet barely needs any maintenance. I wish it had a void-black streak in it. I wish my skin was flawless, and that I couldn't develop acne. I wish that my voice was smooth as honey." Your breasts bubble up once more, as do your hips and ass. Any imperfections in your skin fall off and vanish into smoke. A black streak flows down your hair, contrasting the golden locks- which thickens considerably. "I wish my breasts were perky, yet still soft enough to use as a pillow." Your tits rise up, and you smirk at yourself. A few wishes, mostly to preserve your body, fly out of your mind. You walk back to your room and decide to change it. "I wish that my room was quite luxurious, and had a large, comfortable bed, and the walls are painted in black and a golden yellow. I wish I had a large, 8k ultra-HD television, with multiple gaming consoles and a PC that borders on a supercomputer." The room shifts, turning into your favourite colours. Your bundle of clothes bulks up, but the style remains. Another pile appears, which you assume is hers...
You don't actually know her name. "I wish she wouldn't be aware of any of the changes I just made and that I know about her." Knowledge fills your brain. She's Erica, and you two have been dating for a while now- this is your first time. Both fucking, and in your bedroom. You slide back into your girlfriend's arms, and unpause time.
"That was wonderful Tianya," she said, stroking your abs. "I loved every moment of it."
"I did too," you said, kissing her. You two lay there for a while, basking in each other's presence.
"I wish we could do this everyday," she says, "Too bad your parents are dicks. They didn't even celebrate your birthday." You nod at that, kissing her again. She giggles, the sound pulling at your heartstrings. She gets up and looks around your room. She fishes around your dresser, and through your closets, muttering about something or other.