Author's note: This was the first story I wrote years ago. It's crude, basic, offensive and mean spirited. In spite of these flaws, or perhaps because of them, I still enjoy it.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I"m supposed to be here, remember?"
"Oh." she said, wondering how she could forget she had invited him over? "OK. What were you doing here anyway?"
"You were..." he paused, distracted with something on the small gizmo he had in his hand "...you were about to apologize for being such a bitch to me."
She scoffed. "I really doubt that."
He typed away furiously at the the small screen in front of him, then looked up with a distrustful smile. "Oh, I think that's exactly what you're going to do."
She opened her mouth to tell him to get the hell out, but instead she heard herself apologizing. "I'm sooo sorry. You know how bitchy I can get." Her face uncontrollably turned into a pout. "I totally fucked up. I'm really, really sorry."
What the hell! she thought to herself. That's not what I was going to say! But yeah, that is really what happened. Jesus I can be such a bitch.
"Look, how can I make it up? You really got screwed over."
"How about a fuck?" he said boldly.
"WHAT?
"Just sit down and relax."
Her mind became serene and she sat down on the couch.
"Now then, let's start with some basic changes."
She looked up curiously at him. She was confused but the fury from moments ago had disappeared from her face.
Looking down at the display, he pulled up the window for her dimensions.
"Height, 5 foot. Let's keep it there. Age, let's dial it back a few years..."
She felt a chill run down her spine. If she didn't know better, she could have sworn her skin had just tightened slightly.
"Bust..."
"What about my 'bust'?" she interjected with a tone of disgust.
"Let's increase that a bit and firm it up."
Again she felt a tingle, though this time it was across her chest. She put her hands to her breasts and felt them shift and grown underneath her tank top.
"What the hell...?" She was confused and a bit disgusted, but the earlier command had wiped any hint of anger she may have normally felt. She was being manipulated by her perverted boyfriend, yet try as she might she couldn't muster any of the hatred she knew she should be feeling. "What the fuck are you doing?!"
"Like I said, just a few adjustments." He said, the awful grin returning to his face. "In fact let's get you in front of a mirror so you can take in the whole effect of what's happening."
Without any conscious effort, she found herself standing up and walking down the hall to the full length mirror. It wasn't until she stood looking at her reflection that she understood how real the changes were.
"Alright," he continued "Let's work our way down. You always tried too hard to keep any fat off, which I really did hate."
A button press later, her flat stomach had a touch of baby fat. All those long hours at the gym undone in a moment.
"Your ass... well it's a little out of tune now, don't you think? How about some bubble?"
Again, the years of hard work on the treadmill were rendered moot. Her butt slowly inflated, pushing out against her shorts. Everything now seemed uncomfortably small.
"That's more like it." he said with approval.
She spun around, taking it all in. The bastard had just made her a soft, buxom 19 year old. Her ass looked like it could be from a rap video. Her previously modest chest was easily a C cup.
"I'm... you're..."
"Speechless, huh? Let's change that next. I know how hard you've worked to lose that accent. But... can I be honest?" he said not really expecting a reply, "I really always found that broken English your mom spoke in really hot."
Anger or not, revulsion gripped her mind. She had hated her mom's stupid accent and had spent her entire adolescence working hard to erase any trace of Filipino she had from her childhood.
She opened her mouth to stop him, to plead but the words no longer came easy.
"No. You stop this. I no like any of this."
She clasped her hands over her mouth in horror. As she cursed him out in her head, the only words that sprung to mind were Tagalog. She couldn't even remember English grammar, only bits and pieces surfaced. Her internal thoughts had even reverted to her first language.
As she stood there frozen in place, her mind racing, he fiddled some more with the device.
"Let's see here... Darken the skin a bit. Up the overall Asian features. Let's keep those big brown eyes of yours."
Everything happened at once. Her complexion darkened to a deeper tan. She looked more like her mother: half Filipino and half Chinese with almost no hint of any European heritage.
