Dave leaned down and picked up the wand. He looked closely at it for a few seconds, worried that his stupid brother may have damaged it, after a quick look-over he mentally confirmed that the wand wasn't damaged. Tossing it to himself a few times he considered the possibility of using it to make his little brother suffer, but brushed that aside quickly, he may be short but he was still a a lot stronger than his brother, and petty vengeance wasn't what the wand was for anyway.
No... thought Dave as he chuckled slightly, the wand was there to make his life better, not the lives of others worse.
He thought about that for a second, make his life better, if he wanted to he could make himself taller, but did he really want that? He could already run faster and further than any of his friends, and being chest height to all the girls was a lovely plus. No, he was happy the way he was, but he could always change something else.
Looking over at his friends he realized that they had all gone back to chatting, with him just sitting there staring into space.
A thought entered his head, he had always had a little crush on Rachel, she was sweet, and helpful, and funny, and liked playing Fighting games, which none of his other friends did.
Unfortunately she had never really held the physical appeal of Brittany, but he could change that couldn't he? He had already changed Jackie, given her the breasts she always wanted, could he not do the same to Rachel?
Dave pointed the wand at Rachel surreptitiously and thought...
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