His Mother.

After a moment a thought hit John like freight train, 'How do I know something wasn't false before this point. I could rely on memory, but that's not a very trustworthy.' thinking things through he came to conclusion, 'I don't want to make changes that I know I made, it'll be more fun to just go with the flow like everyone else. I'll just make myself know every change I made so that I can change my situation here at home, then I'll undo it.'

Taking a hand and placing on his own shoulder he muttered out, "I notice whenever I make changes to the truth." he then sensed something changed, like the air was slightly different. Knowing that the wish wasn't a mistake made John smile before thinking about a few things he wanted to change and slotted them away for later.

First test subject would be his mom, the years haven't looked well on her; hairs turning gray from their nice brown that they used to be, saggy small breasts that were small B cups, back with aches, getting shorter every year. This was partially because the lack of love, if John's mom was to believe. Said lack of love came from the fact that their father was actually quite busy keeping his career so we could live a life that wasn't in poverty, which John was honestly happy about, but that just for his mother to suffer was sad.

John imagines her happy and maybe having like an anime face, yeah with those big... creepy eyes on something that isn't drawn. Shuddering of the images he's seen of certain things that showed him why such big eyes in real life were creepy beyond belief. Okay instead of that he'll find a beauty to give to her so that she can shine once more.

He needed to figure out how he would word the changes for a moment, before getting a good image in his mind and then words to describe it. Once that was done he went downstairs and found his mother drinking tea at the dinning table, so John crept up on her before wrapping his hands around her in a hug causing her to jump very lightly, "Don't scare your old mother like that John, she's quite fragile."

"But Mom, your only 25. I mean yes I know said that you matured in mind and body very quickly, I mean the picture of tenth birthday you showed us last year just showed how you are now; floor length silky light blue hair, an athletic build because of all the freestyle dancing you do, your strong amber eyes, your face which was and still is the cutest and sexiest face in the world, 1.92 meters tall with your sexy long legs, Large E cup breasts and not to mention that nice tanned skin." John knew something was different, and wondered if it was what he wanted.

"Young man, you may complement me for who I am, but you shall not call your mother sexy. Cute, yes, but sexy is reserved for your father only..." She then looked at me with tear filled eyes that didn't fit the strong look of strength that she usual had when she did anything with the whole family. "Why does you father always ignore me and constantly look at Amy in joy... when all I see is a tired face." John just smiled at her and held her close.

Yeah that wasn't happiness, change didn't go as deep as I wanted most likely to go. But what to change on this family, John's sister or father?