You wish that Beth was the sweet little girl she was before her bodybuilding days. Your first instinct is to strip away her musculature and you type that into the field. As your finger hovers over the enter key, you can't bring yourself to do it. She was still your daughter and you wanted her to be happy. You just wish that she was still nice.
You enter that you "wish Beth was sweeter" and press enter. You are greeted with a pop up box.
"Would you like to witness the change in person? YES or NO?"
Not sure what it meant you press yes and time stands still and you are frozen in your computer chair. The air begins to sparkle and shimmer as colors begin to wash out and fade to white. Next thing you know you are standing in a gym about 50 feet from your oldest daughter. You look out of place still dressed in your comfortable home clothes, but nobody seems to notice or care. You watch Beth as she stands in behind another young woman that is doing bicep curls. Clearly she is supposed to be training with this girl, who is in pretty good shape herself, but instead Beth is looking over her and flexing her own gargantuan arms in the mirror. Beth is wearing nothing but a skimpy sports bra and the shortest and tightest Lycra shorts you have ever seen, allowing as much of her massive and shredded body to show as possible.
"Damn Claire, look at that. My guns are fuckin' sick! I guess you've made some okay gains, but you or nobody in this gym will ever look as good as me." Although you don't agree with her attitude, she's right. She's been lifting seriously for 15 years and at 6'9" and naturally large she had a body that easily added muscle. She was without a doubt the biggest and most muscular person, not just woman, in the entire gym.
Once again your surroundings begin to shimmer and things start to change. When your eyes clear a few changes are obvious. First, Beth is dressed more modestly than before, though no less massive. Her bra has turned into a tanktop, still displaying her impressive physique. Instead of lording her superiority over Claire, she is politely and properly coaching her through the lifts. Claire looks the better for it too, as she is curling heavier dumbbells with larger and more defined biceps.
The last change you don't even notice until your daughter looks up and sees you.
"Mom!" She shouts as she hurries over and scoops you into a bear hug. "I see I've finally talked you into joining."
You look down and see that you are dressed for exercise. You're pretty fit for a woman your age, but had never before stepped foot in a weight room.
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