Curiosity wins out

She wasted no unnecessary seconds, dragging the marker over her **** flesh as if even the breath in her lungs was a more difficult exercise. It was not hard to decide what she wished to try, not only to confirm suspicions, but to correct the scars of a careless life. The strained skin on her knuckles spoke volumes to the years she wished to correct.

With a few elegant strokes, the words "Soft Skin" were written on the back of her left hand. At first a depressing lack of fanfare caused her to sigh in frustration - Of course nothing could come of it. It's just a pen, an ordinary marker, nothing else. Then, she blinked, and in the split of a second, she could feel her skin tingle and shift. A brief realisation of fear followed. She had not been specific, would this be a monkey's paw, fulfilling her wish in the vaguest possible interpretation? She stared at her hands in expectation of horror, only to be met with fair unblemished features. She felt as if she had not worked a day in her life. She was almost 'radiant', shimmering with a perfection that a lifetime of cosmetic augmentation would not be able to achieve.

"Holy shit." Was all she could get over her lips as she stared at her fair hands first, before letting her now-silken touch roam over her face, her arms, legs, her entire body. Impulsive excitement was quickly followed by a scientific clarity: The marker worked, and clearly it possessed the ability to somewhat single out the intended purpose of the written descriptor.