(Portion of this chapter borrowed from the opposite chapter written so neatly by Buzzbuzz)
Andrew turned back to the wishing machine game, amazed at his new body, but also slightly freaked out because he was partially naked. Partially naked with a foot long cock and enormous balls.
Well, he'd wished to be older looking,somewhat matured, while popular, more muscular; and he had received all that and then some, but it would be nice to have clothes that fit too.
He reached into his incredibly tight torn jeans and finally pulled out another quarter.
He put the quarter in the slot and aimed it at the little magician's mouth, but he wasn't as coordinated at his new height, his muscles were getting in the way, or maybe he was just distracted by his raging foot-long boner.
Andrew got a little frantic and pulled out another quarter, aiming at the magician's mouth again, but instead of going off to one side, it went off to the other.
Then with the third quarter he missed as well and then he was out of usable change.
Andrew slammed his newly massive fist down on the machine in frustration, and the little magician's eyes lit up red and a warning light came on reading "TILT!"
The machine sputtered and rattled, until a minute later a ticket spit out of the slot down low.
Hesitantly Andrew took it and read it: "PEOPLE OF INTEGRITY GET THEIR ONE WISH GRANTED; WHILE THOSE WHO DARE TO COME BACK AND CLAIM OTHERWISE, THEY WITHOUT INTEGRITY SHOULD LIVE LIFE DENIED OF PRIVACY."
Andrew smiled, saying then, "B.S. on you, I paid my quarter and I wish another time, being the wildest wettest dream of any a female; wearing the necessary dressings to grant me a place of honor at the head of my class!"
Again the machine rattled and made some banging noises.
Again from the low hung tray protrudes an answer to what Andrew asked, or maybe a suggestive sly reply.
The place where Andrew stood became quickly veiled in a cloud of boiling white smoke and silvery twinkling flakes of dust.
Breathing in the dusty cloud, Andrew begins to cough, gag, and as if choked by the strange mist, his entire body begins to feel deranged and oddly disorientated.
In the boiling cloud, Andrew can just see the red flashing eye of the magician; strangely, the man seems to be smiling.
Expecting at the least some of what he would wish the machine to do for him, Andrew denotes the arrival of yet another printed ticket in the slot.
"He who can throw B.S. at those his better, must first produce the B.S. Congratulations are in order, you have graduated to a state equal with your mentality!"