. . . be athletic, and strong.

You considered for a moment and asked for clarification. "Now, you want to be stronger and more athletic, do you have a particular body type in mind? I recall you saying in the past that you thought bodybuilders look gross."

Maisie grimmaced as she replied. "Yeah, bodies that are overflowing with those big, veiny, muscles like those competitive body builders woukd be too much. I am thinking more like, some women you can find online. Lady boxers with big, tonned biceps. Slender beef-patty girls with abs. Toned muscular legs like athletic runners. That sort of thing. . . It would also be cool if . . . Oh, but that's not realistic."

You asked, "What's unrealistic?"

Maisie replied: "Super-human strength. It would be really cool to have super strength. . . Could you use the curse to give me those qualities?"

You smiled and replied, "You are my best friend, Maisie. You know I will do anything for you."

You thought about it for a second and said, "Maisie, you have the body of your dreams, super-human strength, and perfect control of your super-human strength."

As soon as you commanded the change, Maisie inhaled sharply aa she was overwhelmed by the sensation of her body's changes. She shot up to 6 feet tall. Muscles all over her body gained in size and tone. Her abs were now a rippling washboard. And she could feel her physical strength growing beyond to what should be possible for even a very fit human body.

Maisie rolled up the sleeves of her hoodie and flexed. She indeed was a muscular, but still feminine beauty.

You asked, "So, going to test out your super-strength?"