A special birthday gift

You hear a sharp load beeping, waking you up from your latest dream. He begin your morning ritual with a groan and turning off your alarm clock, before heading into the bathroom to 'relieve' yourself. After doing that you turn to the mirror and look at your body. You were a slim, 5'6" tall, everyday average gay male. The only only thing that wasn't average was your name, Zaon, which you actually liked cause no one else had it.

"Zaon, HURRY UP OR YOU'LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL," You mother called from the kitchen. 'I wish she would just stop yelling for me to hurry up when every time I do I always end up getting to school early.' you thought as you headed to your room to get dressed. You put on a pair of jeans and shirt you just randomly selected. After getting the rest of your clothes on you head downstairs.

Thats when you notice your breakfast of a bland flavor of oatmeal waiting for you. 'Ugh... I wish I could at least have bacon and eggs on my birthday,' you thought before your food changed right before your eyes into what you had just thought. Shocked you decide to see what else you could do with just a thought. 'Mom will jump up and down on one leg while singing Yankee doodle,' You thought as you looked to your mom as she does what you just thought without question.

When it dawns on you that this power of yours is legit you begin to think 'what do I do first?'