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Hey wishmaster! Could you please make me a proper chav - give me the look the accent the hugh and tight and the low smarts too. I'm 23 from the US post grad rn and would love a change

Proper New Life, Yeah?

Your wish is granted, You wake up in a new life, living on the streets of London, rougher, scally chav with the stereotypical look in all leather, the gold chain sets off your look but it's the new voice that shocks you, deep gruff 100% proper London street punk. you find your mates outside waiting. Cold pavement. That’s the first thing that hits you.

Not a bed. Not carpet. Not anything familiar—just the hard, damp stone of a London alley chewing through whatever warmth you thought you had left.

You sit up too fast and immediately feel it: the weight on your chest.

A thick leather jacket. Heavy. Worn in like it’s been yours for years. Under it, a dark fitted tee, same vibe—tight, street-hardened, like it was chosen for you without asking. Your fingers twitch instinctively toward your throat.

A gold chain.

Not flashy in a fake way. Real. Heavy enough to sit there like it belongs. Like it’s always belonged.

You swallow.

And that’s when it happens.

Your throat tightens—just a second of panic—and then your voice comes out.

“...what the hell—”

Except it isn’t your voice.

It’s deeper. Rougher. London-cut. Every syllable comes out like it’s been dragged through concrete and cigarette smoke.

You freeze.

Try again, quieter this time.

“Alright… nah, this ain’t right.”

Same voice. Proper street-punk tone. No hesitation. No softness left in it. Like your words already know where they belong.

Footsteps.

You look up.

Three figures leaning against a brick wall at the end of the alley. Hands in pockets. Hoodies, track jackets, leather accents—proper scally look, all attitude and ease like they own the morning itself.

One of them spots you first.

“Oi. He’s up.”

They push off the wall and start walking toward you like this is normal. Like this is just another day.

The one in front—tall, relaxed, grin like trouble—nods at your chain.

“Look at him, yeah? Fresh as ever. Took you long enough to wake up, mate.”

Another laughs under his breath.

“You proper crashed last night. Thought you’d gone fully ghost on us.”

They stop a few steps away. Not hostile. Not gentle either. Just familiar in a way your brain doesn’t understand yet.

The leader tilts his head, studying you.

“Alright then,” he says. “You remember us… or you still figuring out who you are this morning?”

And for a second—just a flicker—you feel it.

Like your old self is still somewhere behind your eyes, trying to speak.

But London doesn’t wait.

Not even for memory.

They all go quiet for half a beat.

Then the one on your left snorts first, like he’s trying not to laugh.

“Oi—he’s still got the dream hangover,” he says, shaking his head. “Yank, yeah? Mad.”

The leader steps a little closer, eyes flicking over you like he’s checking you’re all in one piece. There’s a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Listen to him,” he says. “Proper London mouth on him, talking about being a Yank like that was real life.”

He taps your shoulder once—firm, familiar.

“Yeah nah, you’re not that, mate. You’re right here. Always have been.”

Another mate kicks off the wall, adjusting his hoodie.

“You’ve been out for hours. We thought you’d done a disappearing act after last night’s run.”

The alley feels more solid now. More known. Like the edges of the dream are already slipping off you, peeling away like fog.

The leader jerks his head down the street.

“C’mon then. Brekkie run first. You’re looking proper knackered. We’ll get you sorted, yeah?”

He starts walking, expecting you to follow like it’s automatic.

And the strange thing is… it kind of is.

Because even though part of you is still trying to hold onto the idea of somewhere else, your feet are already moving.

Like London got there first.

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#body transformation #twinkified #world rewritten #revenge tf

Wishmaster's Return

For over two years the Wishmaster had been everywhere — the quiet force behind miracles, obsessions, and dangerous dreams.

He granted wishes whispered in desperation… and ones spoken in reckless hunger.

Then he vanished.

Six months of silence.

No wishes granted. No miracles. No rumors.

Many believed the magic had burned out.

They were wrong.

The Wishmaster had simply stepped away to remake himself.

The man once known as the Asian Stud shed that old skin completely. When he returned, he did so on his own terms — darker, sharper, and far more intentional.

And like any good Wishmaster…

He granted his own wish first.

His New Look

His new image is unmistakable — a blend of mysticism, authority, and seductive danger.

Hair

Black, worn slightly longer than before

Undercut on the sides

Often tied back loosely or left messy in a controlled way

Eyes

Sharp and observant

They carry the unsettling calm of someone who already knows what you’re going to ask for

Leather Wardrobe (Signature Look)

The Wishmaster now lives in leather — not flashy costume leather, but ritualistic, powerful leather.

Core Outfit

Black leather pants fitted but flexible

Sleeveless leather vest or open leather jacket

Bare chest or a subtle pendant that acts as his focus for magic

Heavy leather boots

Accessories

Fingerless leather gloves

Rings etched with sigils

A leather cuff on one wrist that glows faintly when magic is used

Dark leather shoulder harness under the vest

Everything about the outfit signals something important:

He isn’t just granting wishes anymore.

He controls them.

His New Persona

Before disappearing, the Wishmaster was playful — a little chaotic, a little mischievous.

Now he is something else.

The Arbiter of Desire.

He no longer grants every wish freely.

Instead he studies people first.

He listens.

He waits.

Then he asks one question:

"Are you sure you want what you're asking for?"

Because the new Wishmaster understands something he didn’t before:

The most powerful magic isn’t granting wishes…

It’s knowing which ones should never be granted.

Signature Entrance Scene

When the Wishmaster returns publicly for the first time:

A dim lounge or underground club.

Music humming low.

A man complaining loudly that wishes aren’t real.

The lights flicker.

A figure in black leather steps from the shadows.

Calm voice.

"Someone wished for proof."

The man laughs nervously.

"Yeah? And who are you supposed to be?"

The leather-clad stranger smiles slightly.

"You already know."

And just like that…

The Wishmaster is back.

#body transformation #twisted wish #world rewritten

I want to apologize to everyone for by absence. Been dealing wit depression and several health scares, So I haven't been active as of late. I hate to have disappointed anyone at my being gone, Hope to start posting more soon. Sorry Again all.

#body transformation

I’ve been seeing this group of like really stereotypical western cowboys walking around town recently and I was wondering what it would look like if they would turn into like twinks who love to rave? Would help out my nightclub!

As a fun little Halloween prank I decided to slip a little something in the alcohol at the Saloon they frequented. They drank it all up, so strange things happened the next day as I walked through town.

No longer the stereotypical, stuffy old Cowboys they walked in young, Twinks, however they did enjoy the look they used to have.

But another problem occurred as I and few others also sampled some of the spike alcohol.

Suddenly the small town became a lot sexier and hornier as the new boys of the old west were about to hit the streets. Ready to ride.

#body transformation #twisted wish #world rewritten #twinkification

Wishmaster, I was wondering if you had a costume that would make became extremely muscular and hairy. Do you have something to help me out?

Here's a pair of underwear and a gold chain.

Get naked and put them on.

As you do there's a warm heat flowing through your body suddenly your muscles began to inflate You feel stronger and stronger as the Underwear barely hold your newly expanding thighs and ass. Your new cock begins to twitch also power flooding your once slim body. You let out aa deep growl as your body explodes in muscle. You add the chain next which initiates the next change. Your entire body begins to get hairy, the most notable your face a full beard now covers your once smooth face.

Your body explodes in the best orgasm you've ever experienced, You reach for your phone, snapping a pic, damn, your DM's are going to explode tonight, you're going to have the Best Halloween of your life, Damn you thought you're going to need a new wardrobe! but for tonight what you had on would be perfect.

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#body transformation #cursed object #world rewritten

Could there be a last minute Red Power Ranger costume back in your store?

You come in desperate to save your date, a hot young guy in your apartment complex asked if you wanted to go to a party with him as one of the Power Rangers. The Red Ranger, you stepped in the dressing room and pulled on the costume, it was lose at first but as soon as you zippped it up, everything changed, your Body became muscled, firm, You no longer needed glasses and there was the energy, so much energy now.

You looked amazing, felt amazing, the bulge in your new costume was quite impressive, the cut of your upper body made you feel like a total smoke show. you left your old clothes, your old life. You hoped to hell this body was permanent because you so wanted to have a hot night with the green ranger!! You had no idea you in fact were cursed to be this beefcake forever, by the end of the party you'd be all about your looks, years of raising your IQ would be for not the first time you flexed and fucked with the new you you'd discover your mind was that of a horny Frat boy now, you'd only think about one thing and by Christmas you'd be damn good at it in fact in a way your path was following that of the original Red Ranger as porn actor would be in your near future.

#body transformation #cursed object #world rewritten

Wishmaster, I've always had this secret desire: to become a much larger, more powerful man, with enormous muscles pushing against the fabric and a chest full of manly hair. In my real life, I'm a tall, lean, almost hairless twenty-year-old, but I dream of wearing a costume that doesn't feel like a disguise, but rather a second skin that truly transforms me. I'm not just looking for a body to show off, but a sensual, all-encompassing experience: to feel the growth, the strength exploding inside me, the hair radiating warmly across my chest and belly, and maybe someday a beard. Do you have something that can make me become the massive, virile man I dream of?

You slip on what looks like a Roman Soldier costume, historic strength right, But what you didn't realize was actually cursed.

Moments later you were pure muscle and hair covered your body, a beast f a man as you felt the new you coursing with power and strength. You let out a loud growl as you bust out of the shop into your new powerful life!

#world rewritten #cursed object #twisted wish #muscle curse

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Got any werewolf costumes this year? I would love one of those.

You find what looks like a hairy shawl, as you slip it on you begin to feel the changes Start as claws grow from your hands you begin to freak out

A heat came over your body as you found looked back after several seconds

Staring back at you was a full on wolfman, suddenly your new persona takes over, you run out of the shop, minutes later you're howling at the full moon, your new life leads you to spend your time hiding who you become at night No matter how you try you can't remove the costume, since you soon learn it's no longer a costume but your new way of life.

Viking Curse

Hey there, I’m a small kinda gay guy and my friends told me that I need to come dressed as a Viking for the Halloween party. Do you have any costumes that could work for that?

You best friend talks you into trying on the Viking helmet he handed you in the shop. It seems like it only takes an instant for the change to take place

Suddenly you were taller than him and 100% Viking. you tried to speak, but not only did you look Viking, you now sounded like one as well.

Dýrasti ástin mín (My dearest love) you told him, try as you might though you couldn't speak English anymore. You pulled the hat off but you were still Erik. You tossed it on the ground an rushed out of the shop, your boyfriend followed suite, not sure what the two of you would be able to do to fix this. But At the Wishmasters, all changes are final.

#submission #world rewritten #cursed object #viking tf

I'm a grown-ass man who, during my morning beach runs, keeps getting accosted by the local surfers - a bunch of obnoxious teenagers. I want to make peace with them, but after perusing the shop, I've only found a single wetsuit, marketed to whoever/whatever a Grom is. It's a bit small, but can I make this work?

As you try it on you don't seem to notice your body is shrinking to fit, by the time you pull it full on your grown ass man body had quickly become that of a teenagers. You look in the mirror

Fuck you think while you see your dark air was now sun kissed blonde, your brown eyes now blue, you swear your looking at one of the young men tat accosted you on the beach, you try to remeber what you used to look like that was until your friends rushed in.

Luke, bro, lets go! you grab your board and head out,, unaware that everything you had been before you came in was no longer you or at least the new you had no worries now except hitting the beach and catching that perfect wave!

#body transformation #cursed object #twisted wish #world rewritten #older to younger

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Halloween Wheel

I'm creating a wheel for this years Halloween store, Please let me know what kind of costumes you'd like to see on this years wheel to take your chance with? Please comment or message me you suggestions.

Halloween 2025

Wishmaster's Costume shop is getting ready to open for business again. This year the costumes are more unhinged. Come in, chose your new style roll the dice and see if when November rolls around you're able to return to your old life. Damage the costume and be trapped in your costume forever!