A Wish for a Cheerleader Change

"...I was a super-hot cheerleader with big tits." She gestured toward her nearly-flat chest.

I knew she was being sarcastic -- she considered the cheerleaders at her high school only a slightly higher form of life than pond scum -- but it would certainly make for an obvious demonstration.

Okay, so let's see. Wider hips, narrower waist, and a nice perky pair of melon-sized breasts -- about what our stepmother has now, in fact. Improve her metabolism and fitness level and better make sure she has some additional muscle and flexibility. Legs a bit longer and toned up. Skin permanently tanned and smooth -- no body hair to deal with. Tweak her face -- higher cheekbones, smaller nose, heavy-lidded bedroom eyes, longer eyelashes, fuller lips -- and make sure it's fully painted with slutty makeup. Add salon-quality highlights to her brunette hair, extend it to waist-length, have it tied up in pigtails.

Oh, and might as well make the high school cheerleading uniform skimpier to show all that off better, and make sure reality's been altered to account for the new Jaime.

Of course, all that thought took me an infinitesimal amount of time. I knew what I'd done, but I still gulped when, in the blink of an eye, my sister went from cute to stunning. She stood up from the breakfast table, which served to show off her idealized 18-year-old form, dressed in the midriff-baring sweater and pleated microskirt that was now the uniform.

And she didn't even bat a heavily-mascaraed eyelash at the change.

"Shit, I think I changed reality for you, too," I groaned. "Okay, hold on --"

I was distracted as she took her breakfast dishes to the sink, watching her shapely ass, the skirt so short that I could see she was wearing a thong underneath it.

"Okay, done humoring you," she said, turning around and leaning up against the kitchen counter. She crossed her arms under her incredible breasts. "Honestly, I'm surprised you're still here."

She still sounded like "herself" despite the drastic change in her appearance. All I could say was "Huh?"

"I can't believe you're playing games with me about this 'absolute power' crap. You should be halfway to campus right now."

I blinked. "What are you talking about?"

"They announced a vaccine for STDs. I'd guess a lot of college girls have suddenly become a little more... receptive."

I realized she was probably right, and with my idealized self and enhanced pheromones, I'd be in excellent shape, most likely not even needing further uses of my power -- and, heck, I could try out that flying power I'd given myself. But I had an improved sister and stepmother right here in the house...