The dictaphone

"I'm sure people would see me otherwise If I was stronger !"

Still alone in her bedroom, she was quite enthusiast about it. She could remember Vanessa Barnes and her friends bullying her the week before, and how weak she had felt compared to the taller, athletic girls. She could change reality so, now, bothering her would be a very risky thing. And being stronger would also give her a more defined body, something a girl couldn't seriously decline. She took the dictaphone and pushed the record button

"I'm stronger, and excellent at almost any sport and... mmm" - she felt an idea coming, to help her know how to use her new strength - "and I'm a boxing champion"

She stopped the recording, smiling and expecting the sparkling sound, which not only came, but was also accompanied by a warm, very nice sensation that slowly took over Lucy's body. It was one of the best thing she had ever felt. The first thing she noticed was her skin turning slightly darker for some reason, then her whole body gaining a bit more... flesh. She wasn't a pale skinny girl anymore. Then, she felt her stomach hardening, like something was tensing inside ; it wasn't painful : quite the opposite. She was enjoying it and fondling her skin when she felt some abs growing under her fingers, just enough to be slightly visible. Then, she felt her chest and torso hardening too, her breasts turning a bit firmer, as muscles were growing under them, then her arms and legs followed, quickly changing to let muscles appear. She could feel herself growing... powerful.

After a few moment, the sensation faded and Lucy looked down at herself : she was now looking like a really strong girl. The muscles were slightly visible, just enough to be noticed without giving her a bodybuilder look, and she was looking like the famous boxing girls she had seen in some movies. She moved around a bit, feeling the strength in her body and checking her new abilities, feeling herself going naturally in boxing position when she tried to kick the air. She smiled, and heard the sparkling sound again, noticing her room changing : most of the gothic stuff was simply vanishing, and quickly, cups, medals and pictures of herself winning competitions were appearing, and she notice how she was looking quite nice with just shorts and a brassiere on. Sure, now, bothering her would be a bad idea.

"Can't wait to be at school to show the new me !" she said, playing with some boxing gloves