'Hmmm...' Ty thought to himself. 'When I wished for Dustin to know what it felt like to be a late bloomer, it happened... I wonder... can I affect other things as well?"
Getting up off of his bed, Ty walked over to his desk and picked out and old, worn, yellow school pencil.
Concentrating on what he wanted to happen, he spoke. "I wish that the pencil in my hand will be painted blue, instead of yellow."
To his amazement, the air around the pencil seemed to shimmer a bit, before the yellow color was washed out by a light, sky blue. Inspecting it, there was no indication that the pencil had ever been yellow. It was worn and chipped in all the same places, and even still had the bit of green art paint spattered on it.
Ty grinned. This could be useful!