Youth and Vitality... With a Twist Be Careful What You Wish For chapter 3 by deleted_user

“I wish for my youth and vitality to be restored,” you rasp.

Zara’s smirk is wicked. “As you command.” She snaps her fingers.

The pain is immediate, a white-hot agony in your bones. You cry out, collapsing as your body contorts, joints popping, skin stretching taut. When the torment subsides, you’re panting on the dusty floorboards. You feel… strong. Limber. You push yourself up, staring at your hands. They are smooth, tanned, and powerful. You run to a grimy, silver-framed mirror.

A stranger stares back. Maybe twenty, with a swimmer’s build, high cheekbones, and your own piercing blue eyes—now full of a fire you haven’t seen in fifty years. You are the picture of youthful virility.

You are also, unmistakably, a woman.

Zara floats beside your reflection, her grin triumphant. “Vitality restored. I even threw in an upgrade. You’re welcome.”