Steve Smith

Steve Smith was in his room chuckling at the porno magazine he had bought with his side job. "Oh yeah those are some nice tits." he said. So engorssed with his magazine he never saw a portal opening directly above his crotch. But he did feel an object land on his groin. And while it didn't hurt too terribly it was enough that he groaned slightly and his hand flew to his groin, "Augh! What the-!?" He began then felt the wand nestling there. He sat up and grabbed the wand and held it up. "What the heck...?" he wondered, he looked around, but he saw no one. He looked up and down but the portal was long gone. "Ok... so a wand just came out of nowhere?" he asked. He looked around for Roger, "Roger? If this is your handiwork Roger it's not funny!" he said. He waited... but there was no answer he then looked at it.

"Ok so I got this thing... is it magic?" He wondered he then pointed at his magazine, "Engorgio!" he said with confidence... but no magic bolt erupted out and made the magazine bigger. "Grrr, OK maybe I just have no magical powers..." he said, and in his frustration said, "I wish I knew how to use this thing!" he said. The wand began to glow and with it he felt a flood of information filling his head. Of how the wand worked, it's effects and how the effects would be seen as normal in the world unless he stated otherwise. "Whoaaaaa." he said. "So if I just wish for whatever people won't see anything different and if I wan them to see it as different I gotta make sure to make it so." The ideas began to churn in his brain, "I could do so much with this. I could turn myself into a stud, I could make women attracted to me, I could become the biggest sexual gigolo!" he said with glee... then he thought of his friends. Barry could no loner be an evil genius with an actual caring family, Snot could no longer be riddled with his acne and have a decent chance at a relationship, and he could finally understand whatever the hell Toshi said... He thought on it help his friends now or help himself?

He then remembered a keyword to his thought process, 'help his friends now,' he could always help them at anytime it wasn't like anybody else knew about the wand... it was then he realized a danger. "I wish this wand can only be used by me!" he hurriedly spouted. That would help reduce stress to a degree he didn't have to fear anybody using it now... the wand glowed briefly. "Ok now then what to change about me first?" he wondered.