Flicking through the channels, there wasn't much on at all, and I was becoming a little bored now. Shutting off
the volume for now, until something better came up, I figured I'd take another look at myself.
"I wish there was a full-length mirror, to the right of the TV, set up by the wall." I wished. A wish that was
promptly granted as the mirror showed up exactly where intended.
Getting out of the chair, the dressing gown was opened and allowed to slide off, leaving no other article of
clothing on me again, as I strolled over to the mirror to look at myself again. I realised that with the new
height and scales, while nice, I did seem rather thin, weedy perhaps. Though that was an easy enough fix.
"I wish my muscle mass was two-and-a-half times what it currently is." In compliance with the wish made, a
rippling ran through all my muscles, and they began to pump up under my scales. I could see it. Arms, legs,
and chest, all expanding under the swelling muscle. Once it finished, I now possessed a bodybuilder physique,
thick, strapping muscles that bulged a good deal, though not grotesquely so.
Now it was time for the face. A quick wish later, and the forehead receded a good deal, but not completely so,
perhaps half the height it once was, while the snout was pushed out a little bit more, the nose now just a bump
above the mouth, with the nostrils smaller, but wider, almost like they were turned 90 degrees.
Satisfied with the look for now, I began doing a little bit of posing in front of the mirror, checking out my
new, improved body. Flexing my arms, squeezing them in to push out the muscles more. Hands behind head and
sticking out the chest, thick abs and pecs clear to see. Turned around to see the back, thick, firm buttocks.
And the muscles hadn't been the only thing to swell up. Looking down, my cock had re-hardened and stood out
proudly, the only place where a hint of vein could be properly seen. Turning to face the mirror again, I
hunched down, standing on the toes and spread my legs out, hands on knees. Yes, I really did like this body.
Heading back to the chair, I picked up the discarded silk dressing gown, and put my arms through the sleeves,
noting how much tighter it felt with my now more muscular body. Not bothering to tie the front back this time
though. I used the TV to check the time, 20:20. 40 minutes and then I'd have to leave for work. The night
shift, with a 22:00 start time for an 8 hour shift. At least it made for good pay, and with traffic was far
more manageable at these times. Car was still in the garage - having walked to get the day's paper, which I
noted was laying on the bed - less than 30 minutes to get to work, so about a half-hour before needing to start
the shift.
What mattered now was deciding what to wear. True, a previous wish meant that I could go around completely in
the raw without complaint, but the office did insist on a strict suit and tie policy, which they would notice.
Heading to the small kitchen, with its tiled floor, and sticking a ready-meal into the microwave for a ten-
minute zap highlighted another concern. Even in a city, it could get cold during the night.
Then an idea struck.
"I wish that the offices where I work has no official clothing policy, especially for the nightshift workers."
With that one wish, I was now free to strut my stuff there. Or be dressed any way I wished. I decided the best
thing to do would be to get out a small collection of things that could be worn, and, after having them resized
to fit me, look it over once I'd eaten.
Meal done, it was now time to see what I could be wearing for the first shift in this new snake-like body.
There was the normal business suit of black trousers, shoes, socks, blazer and waistcoat. Along with soft blue
shirt and dark blue and black striped tie. Which would provide the professional corporate look. Or not if only
parts of it were worn.
Two sets of dark blue jeans, one cut off into shorts that would end 3/4 the way down the thighs.
A pair of black trainers.
A short sleeved soft blue shirt.
White t-shirt.
A solid red Jockstrap.
A long black overcoat, though I'd probably need it for the keys and wallet.
'So what to wear?' I pondered, while the dressing gown came off again, to be left on the bed though at 20:45, I
did, at least, have a little time to think it through.