Amelia Branford, age 15. 5'2", long black hair, hazel eyes. She has a flat chest and is abnormally pale. She's skeptical, cynical, sarcastic, and frequently self-depreciating.
A vast darkness, but it wasn't dark. It stretched to infinity, but every inch of it was amazingly close to her. She was standing on something, but nothing was below her.
Amelia knew full well she was dreaming. However, even knowing it was a dream didn't keep her from being amazed at the sight before her. She'd had lucid dreams before, but she'd never been this lucid at all.
And before her, there stood a man.
No, not a man. A boy. A boy of roughly sixteen years old, one year older than Amelia.
"Welcome," the boy said, "to my humble abode."
Amelia's sense of humor took hold of her. "Dreary place," she said. "Would it kill you to clean up a bit? Maybe put in some furniture?"
The boy chuckled. "You're an amusing one," he said. "Most people say something like, 'I must be dreaming', or something reverent like "I tremble in your presence, O Almighty'."
“What, you want me to kowtow?” Amelia snorted. “To some…” She couldn’t find the words to describe this person because every aspect of him seemed to shift when she wasn’t looking at it. One moment he would have brown eyes and blond hair, the next he would be so dark-skinned he might as well be a charcoal briquette, and then he looked like a high school footballer.
“I never said I wanted you to do anything,” the boy said. “However, I will ask you something like that right now. Do you want my position for a cosmic day?”
“Excuse me?” Amelia said. “Do I want your position? Who are you first?”
“I have gone by many names. Odin, Chronos, Brahman, Ra, Yahweh or Jehovah interchangeably. But my most common name is God.”
Amelia flicked her eyes from his emerald-green left eye to his sky-blue right one, then back to the left one which had changed to her exact shade of Hazel. “What, so you want me to take over as God?” She laughed. “All right then, Your Lordliness. I’ll accept, if you’re the real thing. What will you do in the meantime?”
“Sleeping,” God said. “For the rest of the cosmic day. You would not believe how much sleep I lose over My creation. If God sleeps, then the world is destroyed. So I want to leave My powers in someone else’s hands to sustain the world until I wake up, let them be God. I did that once before, you know, for My son. But he’s gone now, so I need to hand the reins over to someone else. I chose you.”
“Just get it over with already,” Amelia said.
“Okay,” God said. “Good night.” He disappeared, and Amelia sat bolt upright in her bed, wondering why she had had such a strange dream.
She groaned, stripped off her pajamas, laid them on her bed, and took a look at herself in the mirror.
She wasn’t attractive at all. If nothing else, she looked like a tall preteen with her height, long hair, and A-cup breasts.
“I wish these were bigger,” she said aloud, trying to heft her breasts and failing because there was nothing to heft. Then she vaguely noticed something… were her breasts getting bigger? Were they pushing gently against the skin covering them, and then with more force? Oh my God, they were! Speaking of God, she recalled her dream. She had dismissed it as bullcrap, but maybe there was something to it after all…
She grinned. The possibilities were literally endless.
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