I run my hands down my body: nice firm breasts, flat belly, round hips. I may be only fifteen, but I've made myself into quite the woman. Let's see... how do I want to look? 34B tits are nice, but let's give me red hair. Long fingers. Bright green eyes. Perfect skin. Yeah. I'm going to be gorgeous.
"Ty!" June's voice echoes up at me. "Tyler Michelle Foster, I'm getting tired of having this argument! You get your butt down here if you expect anything to eat this morning!"
Man alive. It was one thing to have to deal with Mark and June when I was their helpless foster son. But now I'm their magic-powered, super-sexy daughter. I don't have to put up with this! I stand up, grab my shoes out of the closet, and decide. I'm leaving. There's no point in being a hot teen babe if I can't do something with it!
"I wish I were out on the sidewalk," I whisper, and there I am. Out of the house, away from Mark and June, and free. I bend down to pull my shoes on. Across the street, I see someone peeking through their curtains at me. I realize I'm bent over, flashing someone a glimpse of my perfect, denim-clad ass.
Now wait a minute. I'm sexy, my body's as good as it ever will be, and I'm free. I can't expect to just do silly worthless stuff. I need to get a man, and I need to see what power this new body gives me. I stand up and wave at the person checking me out, making sure whoever it is can see my excellent tits.
Then I make sure he can see me as I wish myself to disappear so I can reappear at the perfect place to meet guys, which is...