Myself...?

I stare at the device in my hand. Whether it is some kind of high-tech gizmo from a government project or a genuine artifact of sorcery. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that it works.

I pause to look at myself in the mirror. I'm not exactly chubby, but I couldn't call myself fit either. I'm unremarkable on middle ground. Just slightly below average in every physical sense. My blond hair and blue eyes were generic, and at 165 centimeters. I'm perpetually looking up at almost everyone else in the room or at school.

I strip down to my boxers. I knew the truth about my genitali too. In terms of both length and girth I'm well below the average threshold. For years I have live with the quiet frustration of being 'less than this or less than that' a constant reminder that I'm lacking in the areas where men typically have a pride.

But now the solution was sitting in the palm of my hand. This laser pointer of size. It offers the chance to become something far more substantial than the average boy I'm at the moment.

My fingers trembles slightly and a mix of anxiety and adrenaline surging through my veins. With a sharp intake of breath, I aimed the pointer to myyself . The beam and tiny crimson dot landed on my skin. I felt a strange andtingling warmth. I couldn't stop the grin spreading across my face.. I was done being below average. I was ready to grow and be big!