I stood up and walked into my bathroom and looked at myself in the full body mirror. Right there and then, I confirmed just how incredible I was.
Unfortunately, I also realized that in turning myself into what was the typical sexist fantasy of all sorts of men that I was starting to think like one.
First, I thought of Dylan, my friend. My new body forced images into my mind of pleasuring him. To be honest, I tried to fight it. Unfortunately, they seemed to go naturally with what I had become.
With this ring on my hand, I felt confidence that I haden't of felt before. I was never a risk taker. Now however, I felt a confidence that I could undo virtually anything I did.
I held out my hand. "I wish my friend Dylan to be teleported here naked."
Hearing a strange sound behind me, I turned around to see Dylan standing behind me naked as he day he was born.
"Who are you?" he asked.
He sounded dazed. I smiled at him and decided not to reveal who I was. I walked over to Dylan and ran a finger down his chest all while smiling.
Dylan gasped and his manhood became erect.
"Sorry, I know it's not that big. Wait a second, what am I saying? I just appeared here naked in front of a sexy naked woman! Okay, this has to be a dream!" Dylan said
I decided to play along. If Dylan thought this was a dream, perhaps he'd be more open minded.
"It's not that small. But if you think it is, don't you wish it were bigger?" I asked.
Dylan nodded.
"Tell you what. I like you so I'm gonna do you a favor. Close your eyes and picture in your head how you'd like to look and I can make your wish come true."
"You're kidding me right?" Dylan said.
"This is just a dream isn't it? The only limitation is your imagination," I said.
Dylan shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes. I looked at the ring and smiled.
"I wish for Dylan to look like the image he's picturing in his mind right now."