Vincent had decided that if he was going to change anything than the only target that he could morally live with if he messed up horribly was himself.
"Alright, but what to do first?" Vincent muttered. However, the answer soon came to him as he looked around the room and spotted a picture taken two years ago.
It was a picture of himself, mother, and sister on a beach in Niece. They were there visiting his mothers home country of France and had decided the Niece was a must see.
His sister was a little taller than him in the picture as he had not yet hit his growth spurt. The him in the picture was red faced from the sun and had a swim shirt to protect him from burning. It also showed the bit of pudge on his stomach.
His mother and sister were beautiful. Vincent would readily admit that from other peoples view, both were very dateable.
Vincent's mother was a fine Parisian beauty with long dark hair, smooth porcelain skin, and a figure that had put on a little weight from birthing two children, but just enough to add weight in the right places.
Veronica was a beauty like her mother. She had skin that was a few shades darker, but also had the same dark hair. Her figure was trim and athletic and topped of with a pair of small C-cup breasts.
Vincent was by no means ugly, but next to his mother and sister he looked more than a little plain.
Vincent turned to observe the him of today. He had hit his growth spurt last year and was now, 5'10. He had worked out with his sister a lot and even avoided all the really unhealthy junk food, but no matter what he did he could never get rid of that extra huskiness.
However, if the Dictaphone was as powerful as he believed it to be than maybe that was all about to change. He slowly lifted up the device and thought about what to say, before speaking slowly and carefully.
"Two years ago before that trip to Niece, I dropped down to a 180 pounds. My physique became that of a world class runner mixed with a gymnast and it remains that way no matter what food I eat. Also my skin remained unable to tan, but had become simply pale and smooth instead pasty."
Vincent ended the recording a bit nervously waiting to see if he had been hallucinating or not last night. Vincent, did not have to wait long as he soon heard the sparkling sound and felt a change coming over his body.
Quickly taking his shirt off, Vincent moved to the front of his mirror and watched in amazement as that stubborn bit of fat that plagued him for all his years slowly sculpted it self. Soon, he looked like he could run miles with out tiring.
He had actual visible muscles!
Vincent looked over towards the photograph and nearly jumped for joy as he noticed the him picture, now looked more like the him of today only shorter.
"Holy Crap! This thing doesn't just change people it changes reality!"
Vincent slowly grinned as the possibilities of what he could do now made themselves present in his mind.
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