Get rid of this damn headache

You feel dazed by the vision and your headache seems to have gotten worse. You put a hand to your head and silently wish that you no longer had a headache, and just like that, your headache is gone.

“Holy shit,” You mumble before taking a seat on the closed toilet. You sit there for a moment, contemplating this new power that you have been granted. You grin, coming up with some new wishes to test out.

You get up and stand in front of your bathroom mirror. First, you wish to yourself that your body was now clean and freshly showered. Suddenly your body switches from dry to wet, water dripping off of you onto the floor. “Oh,” You mumble before wishing that you and the bathroom floor were dry, and the water suddenly vanishes from your body and the floor.

Next, you wish that you were more muscular and had broader shoulders, and suddenly your shoulders broaden and your muscles grow, but your face still isn’t to your liking so you wish for a more attractive face, and suddenly you’re face becomes far more feminine. “What?” You ask to no one in particular. You then wish for a more handsome and masculine face, and now you look handsome and masculine, but now you have a beard and look thirty. “Fuck.” You try your wish one more time, wishing for a handsome and masculine yet young 18 year old face, and you finally get what you want.

Finally, you focus on the little prick between your legs and frown. You’ve always been smaller than average and it’s always bothered you. Despite the fact that you can change it now, looking at it still reminds you of that insecurity that you’ve had for as long as you can remember. You then wish for a ten inch dick and suddenly your flaccid cock is dangling ten inches below the base. “Shit,” You whisper, before wishing your dick was ten inches when hard, but three when soft and then your dick shrinks back to a reasonable size.

“God, these wishes are touchy,” you murmur to yourself. Then you get an idea and wish that your wishes always manifest in the way you intend and never go wrong. To test this you wish that you had clothes on, intentionally leaving out the specific details of what exactly those clothes would be. In the very next moment, you’re wearing a form-fitting black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans just as you intended.

You leave the bathroom with a new sense of confidence and head downstairs to the kitchen. You stop at the doorway and smirk, realizing you don’t have to make yourself breakfast and could instead wish it into existence. You instead go straight to the dining room table and sit down, wishing for some breakfast. A plate of freshly cooked bacon and eggs materializes in front of you as well as a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice right beside it.

You are about to start digging in until you hear a gasp from the living room. You look over and see Jennie staring at you in shock. “Who the fuck are you!?” She shouts. “What are you doing in my house!?”

Oh shit. You weren’t expecting this. “Woah! Jennie, it’s me, Michael!” You try to explain. Then you mentally face-palm, remembering your new abilities. You wish that your wishes were perceived by others as something that’s happened naturally. Jennie’s look of shock turns to one of confusion. “Oh, uhh, sorry Michael, I guess I didn’t recognize you for a minute there.”

“No kidding,” you reply, laughing nervously. “You should probably get your eyes checked.”

“I, uh… yeah maybe I should,” she says in a daze and heads into the kitchen.

You quietly sigh in relief, and proceed eating your breakfast.