Appearance is Everything

Walter stroked his chin thoughtfully, a mischievous glint entering his eyes as he considered Priscilla's suggestion. He realized that her idea wasn't so bad after all, especially since he had a few perverse fantasies of his own.

"I must admit," he said with a smirk, "I do have a bit of a pervert in me too. So, here's my wish: I want to be able to transform myself so that I look like a buxom Swedish blonde in a swimsuit, complete with all the right curves and a tan that makes me look like I've just stepped off a yacht. But I want to keep everything that makes me, me—my identity, my intellect, and all my current abilities."

Priscilla clapped her hands together, delighted. "A wish tailored to your own desires! How refreshing. Your wish is granted, Walter Smith. You will now transform into the appearance of a buxom Swedish blonde in a swimsuit, retaining all your current abilities and characteristics."

Walter closed his eyes briefly, focusing on his wish. When he opened them again, he was greeted by the sight of his new, curvaceous body encased in a stylish swimsuit.

He flexed experimentally, finding his muscles just as strong as ever. "Not bad," he said, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Not bad at all. But why is my voice still male?"

Priscilla floated closer, examining Walter's new form with appreciation. "You are quite the specimen," she commented. "But I see your concern. You wished to look like a buxom Swedish blonde, and that is exactly what you are. You did not specify a change in voice, so that remained unchanged. If you wish for your voice to match your appearance, you need only say so."

Walter nodded, understanding her point. He took a moment to appreciate his new form, running his hands over his curvaceous hips and admiring the tan that made his skin glow. "You're right," he said, his deep voice still very much male. "I didn't specify that. Yet."

He stood up and did a slow turn, getting used to the feel of his new body. "So, what else can you do, Priscilla? Any other tricks up your sleeve?"

Priscilla smiled mysteriously. "Many, many tricks. Want some?"