The first thing Jenny noticed was that her brother seemed to be shrinking. No, on second thought, she realized she was growing taller, her clothes straining against the increase in height. As she grew, she could feel lengthening hair rushing through the follicles on her scalp.
Her skin darkened to a golden brown, and then she started to bulge, most noticeably in her arms and legs. Seams popped in her shirt and in her jeans. She gasped as visible muscle tone developed and kept enlarging. Walter was staring at her with his mouth wide open.
The ripped remains of her clothes disappeared, replaced by a very small pair of black shorts and a matching black top that was little more than a sports bra. She saw Walter was now wearing shorts and a tank top; she stepped over closer to him and noticed that she was wearing high-heeled shoes and was a bit taller than him -- the heels couldn't have been that high, which meant she must have been over 6 feet tall.
She took a deep breath and turned her head to look in the full-length mirror.
Staring back at her was the face of a supermodel, painted with porn-star makeup, framed by wavy platinum blonde hair that reached almost to her waist. The rest of her, though, belonged to a bodybuilder. Jenny was stunned -- she had the smooth tanned skin she'd always wanted, but it was taut over muscles that seemed too huge to be real. Her breasts were perfectly sized and shaped, but they jutted out because of the enlarged pectoral muscles underneath them. Her navel was a perfect ellipse, but instead of being in the middle of a flat stomach, it was just below a six-pack of abs that rivaled her brother's.
"I'm a freak!" she wailed. "How did this happen?! That genie screwed me!"
"Actually," pointed out Walter, "I think you told her you wanted the same thing she had done to your brother and herself, so she combined the two. Hmm, looks like you're lucky you're not a hermaphrodite."
"What?"
"Have both male and female parts," Walter explained.
Jenny's face went white as she felt the area between her legs through her shorts. She didn't feel a bulge, but she was rewarded with an unexpectedly large jolt of pleasure. "But I wanted to be a hottie, not a -- an overmuscled Amazon! Why didn't you help me word my wish better?"
Walter shrugged. "I didn't realize there was a problem until after you changed."
To keep from looking at herself in the mirror again, Jenny looked around her bedroom instead. Some of the furniture had changed; she now had a king bed, and her desk was smaller to compensate for the bed's bigger size. More importantly, though, her bookshelf had disappeared along with its contents, and in its place was a trophy case. Jenny looked at the inscriptions on the trophies -- wrestling, girls' softball, youth football, weightlifting --
"Cheerleading?!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, you're probably great at the bottom of the pyramid," said Walter.
Jenny groaned. She did not like the cheerleaders at her school.