“But, like, I could use it to wish for anything!” Cici says with a twinkle in her eye, like she just realized what the voice recorder is capable of. “I wish I was, like, the hottest girl in school!”
John cringed at the impulsive wish his bimbo of a sister just made. God only knew how the faulty recorder would mess with this one.
The recorder began the playback in its distorted, static-y tone. Cici’s voice played back only instead she now said, “I wish you were, like, the hottest girl in school.”
John’s eyes widened in horror as he heard the wish. Before he could scream or try to run, he felt an odd tingling in his hands. Looking down, he saw his hands growing much more delicate and losing any trace of their old calluses from his time in shop class. Like Cici’s before him, John’s once stubby and chewed nails began to quickly grow out and manicure themselves.
“Aww come on!” the blonde pouted, oblivious to her transforming brother’s panic. “That’s totally a rip-off!”
John could feel his jawline grow more delicate as his face seemed to burn, rearranging his features. It took all of his effort to focus as his mind desperately tried to remember who the hottest girl in his school was in hopes that it’d be a clue to how he’d transform.