"Um, well, sick of school and parents.. how about making me 21, just out of college?" You look at the receptionist for a moment, expecting her to break out into laughter. Instead she just begins typing away on her computer.
"Very good. First a few questions about your physical appearance. Height, weight, build?"
"Um, six foot three, 180, athletic?"
The receptionist nods, "Ethnicity, hair color, eye color?"
"White I guess, um, blond hair, green eyes I guess." You look around nervously, the room is empty, other than you and the receptionist, but her questions still make you feel awkward.
"Any other special requests for your physical appearance?"
"Um, I want to be good looking. Oh and I..." You mumble out something.
The receptionist just raises her brows for a moment then smiles. "You want to be well hung, right?" You blush and nod in response. "Every guy who comes in here asks for that. Except the ones who want to become women. Well, onto details of your life, just graduated college, field of study?"
"Well, I want to be successful so maybe.. um drama! I want to be an actor, can you make it so I already have a contract with a studio, a well paying one." The receptionist looks at you over her glasses, a slight smile curling on her lips.
"Well, relationship status and orientation?"
"Single, I don't just want to do this myself, and um, you can just leave my orientation alone, or do I have to say?" You actually begin to get excited, no one would go this far for a prank.
"I'll just leave as unaltered." You sigh in relief, you're bi and you told your parents, they thought you were acting out against them, it was one of the sources of arguments between you. "Anything else?"
"Um, deceased parents." You say it cold and flat, almost as if wishing it on them. "But rich, leaving me a lot of money, like ten million?" She nods, typing it in.
"If that will be all, please sign here." She spins a clipboard towards you, a bunch of fine print filling the page. "And how would you like to pay?"
"Um, I have cash." You sign the paper, not really bothering to read it at all. Pulling out your wallet, you count out a hundred dollars, but then just smile and pull it all out. "Here, it's not much extra, but I'm not going to need it."
The receptionist pockets the extra herself with a smile. You look her over, she's not bad looking, and young, maybe you should come by and ask her out if possible, once you have your new life. "Down the hallway, take the first door on the right." She presses a button on her computer and you see a light shine from under the door she mentions. You nod to her and walk to the door. You open it and light washes over you.
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The blaring of an alarm clock pushes into your dreams, and you swat the offending machine with your hand till it stops. You sigh to yourself, "Just a dream.. of course." You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. As your vision begins to clear you jolt suddenly awake. This isn't your room!
You look around, it's a nice condo, large too. From the feel of the sheets on your skin, they're silk. Turning to take in the room you see the windows, more like large glass doors leading out onto a balcony over-looking the ocean. "It worked! Haha!" You say a few more things out loud, marveling at the deeper tone in your voice.
Jumping out of bed you run to the mirror, looking yourself over. You have to admit, you're handsome. A square jaw and high cheekbones. You have blond hair, that just seems to fall into the natural disarray some people pay stylists for. Brilliant green eyes, the type some people can't help but notice. And your body, it's not a body builder's but it's fit, firm pecs and a six pack. A light dusting of chest hair and a treasure trail keeps you from looking like one of those boy men that are usually popular, no, you look like a real stud. Your eyes drift further down and you smile, looking at your not so little man. It's soft, and looks like it's six inches. Just watching yourself it begins to harden, lengthening to a full ten inches, and thick too.
Suddenly, something bring you out of your reverie.