A wish maker tale-tbdl

What the hell

Mark marsh was what looked like a normal 16-year-old, well except for his bright silver eye but besides that, he looked normal. But like everyone he had his secrets. But more on that topic later, as for now his workaholic mother was calling him.

"Mark, wake up," the woman screamed from downstairs. In response, Mark groaned as he rolled over in his bed. For a moment the teen complemented going back to sleep but then his mother would just come into room rip him from his bed. This was bad in many ways for him.

So letting out a very exaggerated groan mark got out of bed. Grabbing his pajama pants from off the floor he put them on and headed downstairs to see what his mother wanted.

At the bottom of the stairs, he saw his mother right hand on her hip left on top of a small package on the kitchen table.

"mark what have I told you about having packages delivered to the house" her tone annoyed with a bit of tiredness.

"Not too but I don't, heck I didn't expect any packages for a couple more days. So I don't know what that is" the dark-haired teen said pointing to the package.

"Well I don't know but it has your name on it." rubbing her forehead the woman sighed before speaking again "you know what just take care of it I've got to get to work." she then picks up her purse off the kitchen table and headed out the front door.

Mark stayed on the stairs for a moment before moving over the package it was pretty sam for a package and it did have his name on, but he hasn't ordered anything this small in months.

After thinking over it for a bit he shrugged his shoulders and decided to open it at best free stuff at worse it was hopefully a prank. Grabbing a kitchen knife to cut the tape he opened the package revealing its contents what looks like a smartwatch and a piece of paper.

Discarding the paper for a moment mark put on the watch. "This is pretty nice and it matches my eyes". Picking up the paper mark unfolded it and was surprised by what he read.

Congratulations you have become the newest owner of a wish maker. Have fun!

Mark thinks his response to this was justified, "what the actual flying fuck." he has read a few stories about wish makers but that was all there was there is no way a wish maker could be real.

'So it was a prank I may have to try that when April comes around." and then he tried to take the watch off, keyword try as the thing wouldn't budge.

"Come off, you prank object," he said straining for several minutes to get it off. Huffing he stopped trying for the moment," don't tell me there was glue on this thing" he mumbled before he went over to the fridge.

Opening the fridge he grabbed the milk carton, sighed when he saw that there was barely in milk left, "I really have to stop doing that." as he put the carton on the counter he wish maker caught his, a joking smile crossed his face as he said I wish the milk carton was full.

The sound of a bell chimed from the watch just before the milk carton started to fill with milk.

For a moment mark just stood there with his jaw hanging, before he rubbed his eye to make sure he saw that right 'what the hell what the hell, there is no way that just happened."

After a few minutes of denial, mark faced the fact that the wish make might be real.

"Okay so I have a device that could possibly be capable of warping reality" a pause "that's so cool and dangerous"

Mark decided he was going to test the power of the wish maker after breakfast.

So after a hearty breakfast of sugary cereal, mark headed back up to his room.

"Okay, let's see what this thing can do," he said as he closed his room door. "I wish my room was painted blue, And before his white wall turned blue.

"I wish my hair was green" he felt his scalp tingle for a moment before looked at the mirror on the back of his room door and lo and behold his hair was green and didn't look very good.

" I wish my hair was back to normal." another tingling scalp and his hair were back to its usual dark brown.

He messed around with wish maker a few more minutes before he decided to get serious.

After locking his closed-door most out of paranoia he reached under his dresser and pulled out a few things. A pack of plain teen diapers, baby powder, baby wipes, and a changing mat.

You remember that secret stated earlier well this was it mark was a TBDL, and if you have a problem with that well he was very creative, plus he now had a wish maker.

Anyway, Mark set the changing mat on his bed before he took off his pajama pants and shirt revealing his thin frame and wet diaper. Grabbing one of the diapers from the bag and pushed it back under his dresser.

Laying down on the mat mark undid the tabs on the diaper and lifted his legs so that he could have pulled it from under him, balling up the wet diaper he set to the side.

Grabbing the dry diaper, baby wipes and baby powder, mark set to work of cleaning himself and putting on a new diaper.

After taping the diaper closes mark put back on his pajamas, his the rest of his diaper supplies under the dresser and grabbed used a plastic grocery bag hidden between his mattress and boxspring and placed the wet diaper in it.

Well, he moved to but then he remembered the wish maker he received this morning. " I wish this diaper was in the nearest dumpster. The bell went off and the wet diaper was gone.

Mark smiled, this is gonna be real fun isn't it."