Before Mr. DeSoto could finish, Matt placed his hand over the older man's mouth, feeling the prickly moustache tickle his palm. "Um," Matt started hesitantly. "Mr. DeSoto, I know you have the wand and all," Matt took his hand away from Mr. DeSoto's mouth. He rubbed Mr. DeSoto's muscular chest through his shirt and let his hand wander down to the bulging crotch below. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, whatever else you do with that wand, could you make sure that I get some good shrinking in?"
Paul DeSoto just smiled. Then, he pronounced his wish.