The CDs looked normal, apart from the weird title. Jeff smiled bemusedly. Maybe it was the pot, but "Realty Manipulation Software" sounded pretty dang cool. The CD drive spun up, and soon a window popped up on the screen
"INSTALLING” the computer displayed, and an hourglass spun around.
Minutes went by, and Jeff got bored. He went into the kitchen, picked up some munchies (The pot had left him hungry.... again) and stopped by the bathroom. As he passed the mirror, he stared. His reflection wasn't all that great. He was heavy set and short. Barely 5'5", heck, his Dad was taller! That really irked him. Jeff stroked the pathetic wispy moustache he'd been trying to grow over the past month. It resembled the whiskers of a rat. Shaking his head surly, he returned to his room and tore open the Doritos. Munching on them, he glanced at the computer and nearly spit up.
On screen was a 3D human model... of him! Jeff clicked on the mouse and rotated it around, viewing the model from all directions. Everything was perfect and accurate, even down to his little manhood. Jeff looked at the side bar and scrolled through the multiple controls. Size, Age, Appearance ...There were a good fifty tabs or so, each referring to characteristics about him. Jeff couldn't believe his eyes. He shook his head and started to roll a joint. Quickly and adeptly, he made a nice tight one and lit it. Inhaling, he savored the feel of the smoke.
A half hour passed by and Jeff began to wondered what it might be like if he were different. Perhaps it was the marijuana, but Jeff shrugged and decided what the hell. Curious, and with a certain trepidation, he clicked open...
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