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You have a formula that can give anyone the powers of a God, to do anything and everything

This choice: Reality Manipulation, Make the sixteen year old in the magazine real  •  Go Back...
Chapter #7

A New Reality with a New Acquaintance

    by: Unknown
Of the possible godlike powers you could have, the one that intrigues you the most is reality manipulation -- changing something small, or changing the entire world, and having everyone accept that your changes are perfectly normal, that things have always been that way.

The cute brunette on the cover of the women’s magazine who caught your eye seems like she’d be a decent test subject. A line on the cover says her name is Aimee, and she was the winner of some teen model contest.

“She’s sitting in my living room watching TV, and thinks it’s all perfectly normal,” you say to no one in particular.

You hear the sound of the TV and gasp.

You rush out into the living room to find a brunette teenager sprawled on your sofa, watching a reality show. It’s obviously Aimee, although she doesn’t look quite as good as she did on the magazine cover, with her hair no longer professionally styled and only wearing a touch of makeup. She’s wearing a black-and-white striped sweater, jeans, and white socks; a pair of slip-on shoes sits on the floor next to her.

“Oh, hey, what’s up?” she asks as she looks up at you.

“N-nothing,” you stutter. She goes back to watching TV, and you wonder if you can change her right now without her noticing.

You think about the first thing that comes to your mind. Within seconds, you see her sweater being pushed outward by a gradually enlarging pair of breasts. She shifts position a little bit, but other than that, she doesn’t seem to be paying any attention to the alteration to her anatomy. You finally stop the growth when it looks like she’s got a couple of honeydew melons under the sweater. You assume she’s wearing a bra, and guess that it got bigger with her breasts.

Wait, you don’t have to assume. A quick thought and the sweater disappears, to reveal a disappointingly plain white bra, doing an adequate job of holding in her large breasts. You change it into a red silk-and-lace version that’s more revealing. With another thought, her jeans and socks disappear, and her white panties become a matching red thong. You add to that a garter belt holding up red fishnet stockings, plus a pair of red stiletto-heeled sandals strapped to her feet.

You give her the professional hairstyle and makeup from the magazine cover as a final touch, then admire the fair-skinned, scantily-clad vision of loveliness you’ve created.

“What’s going on?” she asks. “Why are you staring at me?”

“Uh,” you say, “I just wondered, uh, do you notice anything different about yourself?”

She looks down into the canyon of cleavage that she didn’t have 60 seconds ago. “No. Should I?”

“I was just thinking that you were growing into a lovely young woman,” you say.

She smiles. “Thank you, Uncle.”

Your stomach drops a little at that. Well, you guess there had to be some explanation for why a 16-year-old girl would be in your house. Thing is, you don’t have a niece -- your only sibling, your younger sister, has only two boys. At least, as far as you know -- you start wondering what had to change to give you a teenage niece.

But, you realize, it’s not really worth worrying about, because you don’t want a niece. You imagine a different relationship instead -- that you hired her as your “escort” for the evening. Perfectly legally, you quickly mentally add, just in case, and of course you have plenty of money to pay her.

In the blink of an eye, your possessions shift. They’re suddenly nicer-looking and more expensive -- artwork on the walls, a bigger TV and a giant stereo system, a leather couch that looks very good underneath Aimee. Guess you’ll have to be a little careful about your thoughts -- you didn’t mean for everything you own to be upgraded, but that was apparently the result of wishing for having plenty of money to hire hookers.

“Are we gonna do something or what?” asks Aimee.

“Soon,” you say.

She shrugs. “Okay, you’re the client.”

You decide...
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