Time to turn your power on yourself.

With Jess gone, you relax and let yourself geek out a bit over what happened. It was so effortless to shape her to your mind's eye. Every detail was perfect.

You catch your reflection in the mirror and wonder again if you can really do the same to yourself. As before, you decide there's no harm in a small test.

Looking into your own hazel eyes, you summon your power and think.

I have deep blue eyes.

Sure enough, your eyes shift to the desired hue. No sweat. You didn't quite feel it happen, either, but then you can't recall ever really being aware of your irises, specifically, so that doesn't prove anything.

Time for something a bit more significant. Not wanting to deal with suddenly constrictive clothing, you strip down to examine yourself in the mirror. First things first.

I have a perfectly healthy body, free of disease, deformity, and genetic flaws. I am immune to all disease and age at one quarter the normal rate.

You do feel that one, but as more of a vague sensation throughout your body. The thought occurs to you that, already, your sperm is probably insanely valuable. Even if just for medical research. If only women knew you were a perfect genetic specimen, they'd be lining up to have your babies. That gives you an amused grin.

Moving on to the thing you truly care about, you give the specifics only a little thought, deciding you can always change the details.

I am extremely virile, capable of remaining erect even after ejaculation, and I produce three times the normal amount of semen, which has a strong masculine smell women find intoxicating and addictive. My cock is ten inches long and thick while erect, seven inches flaccid. My pubic hair remains neatly trimmed at all tmes without effort. My balls are not tender or **** to trauma.

This time, the sensations of the change are extremely noticable, but you note they aren't painful in the slightest. You're aware of it happening, but it's nothing bothersome. Good to know.

Looking in the mirror, you are staring at one of the most impressive cocks you've ever seen, and you have seen a lot of porn. You can't wait to try it out. Just thinking about rubbing one out stirs your cock to a half-chub and you whistle. What a huge dick.

You immediately realize that porn isn't interesting to you. By healing all issues with your body, you removed your addictive dependence on pornography, and staring at yourself, you realize you will never have to masturbate again. You can find someone to take care of you now. It's within your power. Smiling you vow to never again rely on your own hand for pleasure.

You are about to adjust other things about yourself, but realize you can't go overboard because you have no clothing that will fit. With a sigh, you get dressed, taking great pleasure in the very satisfying bulk now tucked away inside your boxers.

You decide to take this show on the road.