This choice: Get stubborn and keep working on it • Go Back...Chapter #8Get stubborn and keep working on it by: Texienne   After a while, you find that it is just becoming an exercise in frustration. No wonder the program kept trying to guide you into automatically generated setups; it just takes too many parameters.
You go ahead and scrap the 'Test Version', putting your configuration in the program once again as what you currently are: a 42 year old lesbian with a 38 year old long term lover who has given you three kids via your brother's sperm. And their ages are back to normal.
So, how to get her and you back to college age without all the damned hassles? You drum your fingers for a bit, start a new 'test configuration' and try a new tactic.
It takes a little work, but you manage to make yourself the twenty-one year old daughter of the (now deceased) old Dale and Stacy the twenty-one year old eldest daughter of the old Stacy. You decide to make the old Dale 'Dana' and the old Stacy 'Stephanie', so you and Stacy can keep your names.
You slip in that you're half-sister to 'Stephanie's' kids due to the same sperm donor (little bro really got around!) but you leave it unofficial. Officially your daddy is now 'unknown', so the lesbian relationship between the new you and the new Stacy isn't legally incestuous. Nor, you realize, is anything that might happen between you and either Tiffa or Tina.
And Dana and Stephanie weren't just lesbian life partners, they were also partners in your insurance company. You inherited Dana's 60 percent and Stacy, Tina, Jeff and Tiffa each own 10 percent. That's why they're living here in your house. They inherited the same shares of it.
Except for the really sketchy part where your brother knocked up both twenty-one-year-old Dana and seventeen-year-old Stephanie at the same time, back when he was sixteen, it all looks pretty normal.
It's been a hell of a lot of work, and if it works it was seriously worth it. You cross your fingers and tell the computer to make the change.
You suddenly feel lighter, with more energy. Looking at the mirror, you see a twenty-one-year-old version of the woman you were a minute ago!
"Yes!" you cheer under your breath, with a little fist pump. You take out your phone and look for Stacy in your contacts and have a laugh. She was pretty damn playful when she was that age, so you aren't surprised that this modernized younger version of her sent you a nude selfie at some point. She shot it using the mirrored closet door in the bedroom, so it's a full-body pic. You wonder if she knows you used the pic for her contact listing!
You realize that if reality has been adjusting itself the way the program says, and she's being doing this sort of thing, then you should probably find a few other new things in your private files. You minimize the program and go searching into your photos. Sure enough, you find a whole folder full of nude selfies from Stacy.
An idea occurs to you, and you go back to the program. You find the profiles for your ex-daughters Tina and Tiffa and play around with them just a little. Nothing big, just some slight adjustments in how they interact with you. Sure enough, when you get back to the photos you find a similar folder for each of them. You rub a wonderfully sensitive nipple through you clothing as you slowly peruse the pics.
Then you notice a folder with your own name on it. You are disappointed that you've only done two pics, though, and they were pretty tame compared to the others.
"Nope. Not good," you decide with a smile, and grab your phone. You move over to stand in front of the mirror, and find yourself getting a little wet just looking at the sexy girl you see there. You take a nice pic of yourself.
Happy with how it came out, you begin taking things off. You unbutton your blouse, a feminine version of the business shirt you wore home, and take your first pic with it hanging open to expose the lacy white bra underneath. It's nice, but it's even sweeter when you slip the shoulders of the blouse off, leaving it hanging behind.
You sweep the blouse off your arms, get another pic, then unfasten your slacks, slipping them down slender legs that have you salivating just looking at them. You take a pic while in a half crouch with them at your knees, then slip them off, putting your heels back on before taking another shot.
Standing up once again, you angle yourself so that your right shoulder is turned toward the mirror and slip her bra strap off your shoulder. After another shot, you slipping the strap off of the other shoulder, you face the mirror for another shot, then slip the bra down to expose peaches-and-cream breasts down until your rosy pink areolae just begin to be visible.
After a pic of that, and another shot turned sideways, you have to put the phone down and teach yourself how to unfasten your bra. Fortunately, your fingers seem to have acquired the habit in the reality change, it's just your brain that has to catch up. You keep the bra from falling and take another side-on shot with the bra hanging loose, trapped by your arm, the let it fall to the floor and get a series of different angles of yourself in just panties, thigh-high stockings and heels.
You run your fingers across your tummy, imagining Stacy watching you and wanting to join you, taking another pic, then trace fingertips up to your breast for another shot. You circle each areola with the very tips of your nails, shivering because they are now rock hard, taking a pic as you play with each one. You've been getting pics from each side and facing the mirror, and now you begin to make sure to take your time to take each shot from all three angles.
You slip your free hand behind your head and arch your back for three shots, then you cup a breast and squeeze, pinch the nip between two of your fingers, getting three more. Your pussy is getting wet now, and you are going to have to get to it soon, but taking these pics is just too fascinating.
As you take three more pics, you slip your spread fingers down across your belly, then close them over your mound. You begin squeezing and massaging as you continue to take pic after pic, letting out soft moans and breathing harder.
Finally, you slid the panties down your legs, repeating the crouching shots, and slip down onto your knees on the floor. With your legs slightly open, you slide your finger over your slit, letting out a quiet cry as pleasure flows through your body. You manage to continue taking your pics as you work your pussy, almost forgetting as your fingertip finds your swollen clit, but managing to continue shooting. You began rubbing small circles over it, still clicking as your finger becomes slick with your juices.
Your fingers are now slowly and gently sliding into you, and you realize you just aren't gong to be able to continue shooting. Reluctantly, you stop, and experiment with ways to prop your phone up to take a video.
Finally, with the phone turned sideways, you lay on the carpet face up with your legs folded under you so that the picture is catching your whole body. You take a few seconds of that, check to make sure the video is catching you right, then set it up again and go.
The phone is shooting your video in in profile, your knees at the left of the screen and your head at the right. Your left hand moves slowly up your body, until it is teasing and caressing your breast, pinching and kneading the already hard nipple. Your right hand, meanwhile, sneaks down to your neatly trimmed pussy. Your whole body shivers when your fingertip once again begins to lightly pet your pussy lips, becoming coated with moisture as your clit again begins hardening and standing up for its solo.
"Time to get to work,"you whisper, letting your knees part a bit wider. so your fingers can truly get down to business. You make little circles around your clit, forcing yourself not to rush, as your other hand becomes more aggressive with your breasts. It's done with caressing; this is groping. Your nipple play turns to hard pinches alternating because as soon as one is relieved, the other is already aching desperately. Your breath changes from breathing to moaning.
"Oh, dammit!," you cry out, unable to keep your fingers slow any longer as their circles become larger and press down harder. "Oh, god, fuck me!"
You change from circling to jamming two fingers into your slit as your thumb takes over your stiff clit, and lift your hips off the floor. You are now arching your whole body; leaving just your shins and feet holding you up on one end and your head lifting the other. The hand on your tits is gripping one tight enough to leave finger marks as your other hammers away at your clit and pussy. Finally you let out a loud cry as a head-shattering orgasm takes full control over you.
At last you collapse back onto the floor, letting out a soft cry with every breath you exhale, your body flushed and coated with sweat.
A long time later, you get the phone and stop the video, then make your way on weak knees back to your computer chair. You look at the new you and the new Stacy on the screen and wonder, is this enough?
Nope, you want to do more. But what?
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