Mika knew what he wanted - he wanted to be a warrior, but male. Large...masculine...maybe a bit hairy too, his desires were overflowing. He finally brought himself, with shaking hands, to issue his wish to the great wishing orb, the sphere crackling with energy as it lanced into young Mika's form. He gulped as he felt it working its magic on him. He fed it his ideation, a muscular, tall, 30 year old warrior, handsome and masculine, perfect with the sword, and gifted in other ways. Encricled by a glowing aura, Mika knew it was working as he looked down at himself.
There was no doubt about it. His back let out a creaking sound as he grew just a bit taller, a grunt escaping his lips and exciting him - his voice sounded deeper. Not by much, but enough that it was definitely a sign of what was to come.
He had to get somewhere where he could change in a more enclosed, less visible space.
Putting the stone back, its magic once again muffled, Mika tried to find a clearing out there, somewhere, where he could change. And just take in every little facet of his change.
Every step was wider put, each time he looked down, he saw his feet were larger. His legs were more muscular, suited for carrying a muscular, powerful warrior. But he could detect he was currently just a teenager, the best was yet to come.
"Come on..." He whispered to himself, "Give me...more."