While I was showering, and contemplating what I could wish for, I began to examine my body.
For my age, I was fairly scrawny, and so I wondered what it might be like to be a beefy, muscle bound, atheletic hunk. There were many girls around the school who were clearly drawn to the more developed guys. The jocks.
I'd never really thought they were better than me, but now as I compared my naked form to those more outgoing guys, it was one improvement that might be interesting, it might be worth having.
Thinking about Jake Mathews as an example, I pictured the star of the basketball team, standing almost two feet taller than me, and with large, powerful arms and heavy legs. He could move about the court with speed and grace, and his very presence would often send an opponent tumbling.
I pictured him in the change rooms after a gym session. He was seriously built. To think that only three years earlier, he had been the scrawny one, he had been the one that others pushed around. But now, when the guys needed someone to tease, I was the weak one.
It wasn't that I hadn't had a growth spurt of my own - I had. Rather I was just one of the shorter, less beefy guys in the locker room. I remembered when a few of the guys jokingly remarked about the size of my penis. For a while the guys even tried giving me the nickname 'stumpy', but thankfully the name didn't stick.
Now Jake Mathews, he had a penis. From the few times I'd glimpsed it in the guys' showers, I could clearly tell it was longer than mine, longer than most. And thick too.
'What am I doing?', I thought to myself 'Thinking about another guy's gear.'
I put the ideas aside, turned off the water, and exited the shower.
Drying off in my room, I idly retrieved the rock from its hiding place and fondled it in my hand.
Could I wish to have the body of Jake Mathews?
How would it feel to be like that, to be stronger and faster. How would the world look through those eyes. People would treat me differently. Girls would notice me more.
Karyn might even think of me as more than just a friend.
Muttering to myself, alone in my room, "I wish... "
