Gonna sound weird, but the ability to change a person’s age at will, with the ability to make the progression/regression either physical, mental, or both at once.

Imagine you have a co-worker who acting like a little kid. You could turn them into what they’re acting like physically so they can suffer the indignity of knowing they’re not supposed to be so young and helpless. Or follow an age regression storyline where your cheating partner gets turned into a helpless baby that you now get to take care of and embarrass as they still retain their mental state.

Also, imagine you and a friend are going to some event like a movie or a fair or something else where kids get cheaper tickets. You or your friend could be shrunk down to kid size and then all you would need to do is find a place to change back once inside. Saving money!

The possibilities are endless. Also, blame the fact that a lot of cartoons from the 90s onwards that I watch/watched in reruns have some form of age regression stock episode where one or more of the characters goes through age changing shenanigans for implanting this idea in my head.

Getting laid.

Socialism would be nice.

Or just something that can actually be called democratic with a straight face.

Becoming an agent of an ancient entity who gives me power and prestige in exchange for aiding with their possibly-evil goals.

Like my Fursona!

Honestly? I would like our earth - friendly technology online, ecological not total utopia but some Earth-first version of our world. All the housing, food, and energy generation done in some organic beautiful way, like growing your house, yes? Nearly unlimited energy generation, just because the sun shines and the wind blows clean water for all with the waste water used in some helpful way, no food insecurity for anyone.

furries rn: become my fursona

Godzilla

Meet truck-kun

I’d like to live in a world where people come together to save it instead of splitting apart.

Secret group of super powered freedom fighters recruits me to their cause on the basis that I’ve got some kind of special sauce inherent to my being. Hot chicks who’ve admired me from the shadows hand me weapons that I somehow already know how to use, and only their utter devotion to our world-saving cause keeps them from ripping my clothes off and covering me in kisses. All the horror and suffering of my life finds meaning in a mission the fulfills my need for purpose.

I’d like minimum wage to be able to support my family, so that a job flipping burgers could actually feed us

Failing that, to live as a bunny in a cottagecore tree stump, spending my days slicing up strawberries like they’re roasts, and baking pies with my neighbours

Two chicks at one time. Fuckin A.

I’d like to be a peregrine falcon. No natural predator, able to soar above it all.

I’d also like to be wealthy enough, not in any unethical or greedy way, to have my own home by myself and not have to work, simply so I could enjoy the rest of my life in peace. No need for golden toilets and limousines, just the ability to get up in the morning and have peace and be free of fear of what is happening to me right now.

As someone with a progressive disease: healing magic. I would pay all the bullion and cattle and sacks of wheat necessary to heal, or at least regress this stupid thing.

Owning my own home.

It that doesn’t count as fantasy, I really want there to be an underworld with strange creatures. I just think it would be so interesting.