Letting Randy talk on, Ronald mentally argued with himself for the next few minutes. Both versions of Randy had their appeal. Randy the jock felt like the safest bet, but did he really want to limit himself to "safe?" This smaller, more girly Randy seemed an interesting person as well, incredibly cute and feminine.
To make things more urgent, Ronald knew that once Randy had completely changed into a girl, this window of customization would most likely end, unless he wanted to make more wishes. Then again, this limitation made the whole thing quite exhilarating. It was a nice challenge and kept things interesting.
I wonder if I can find a compromise between these two Randys, Ronald mused. While this thought went through his head, Randy again altered. Rather than growing taller, he seemed to change proportions. His torso became positively dainty, shortening slightly. Below, his legs stretched longer to make up the difference, gaining some lovely contours along with lean, flexible muscle.
Meanwhile, his hair gained some more length, pouring down to his shoulders in a cute frizz before gathering itself into a loose bun. This left his neck fully visible, enough for Ronald to note how long and slender it had become with no hint of an Adam's apple.
Randy sighed, his voice even higher pitched than a moment ago. "Anyway, I only have until the end of the week to get enough signatures. I hope I can make it. Our dance program could really use the added funds nowadays."
Hm, so he's still a leader of sorts, and he still leads an active lifestyle. Does dancing count as a sport?
Ronald blinked as he watched the boy's clothing undergo some drastic changes. Up till now, his t-shirt and jeans had stayed pretty much the same, only resizing to fit his new body. Now, like a dam breaking, the garments transformed quickly, gaining different colors and cuts. In a few seconds, the former athlete was wearing a yellow spaghetti strap tank top and denim skirt. A simple necklace with a small pendant matching his stud earrings now hung between his clavicles and a pair of heeled sandals propped up his small feet.
At this point, an unexpected shadow on Randy's top caught Ronald's eye. It was caused by the fabric being pushed outward by something underneath at chest level.
Time's almost up, thought Ronald. I need to wrap things up quickly!
