Harry makes some improvements

Staring at the mirror, possibilities flooded Harry's mind. There was so much he could change, so much he could improve.

"I don't need glasses, my vision is perfect." he said, removing his glasses, and in seconds the world became clear to him. He couldn't help the laugh that burst from him as he tossed the glasses away. He had lived with them all of his life, and with a sentence he had made them useless.

Dozens of less innocent thoughts ran through his head. Harry wasn't the sort to care too much about his appearance beyond the basics, but when he could alter reality itself, why not be a little self-indulgent?

"I have a six-pack, and all my muscles are a little larger." Harry didn't want to go overboard and look like a weight-lifter with too much time on their hands, but he had always wanted to gain a little more muscle definition. Lifting up his shirt, he was pleased at what he saw, and he could see his arms and legs gaining just a small amount of firmness to them.

"My... penis, is seven inches when erect." Harry felt incredibly weird saying that out loud. He hadn't been small before, but not big either, and again, he didn't want to go overboard with it. He also wasn't quite prepared to take his cock out and stare at it, so he just trusted that it had worked.