In that section, and to her dismay, every slight thing about herself was precisely described down to a tee.
It informed Jessie that she had a cup-size of 32B with a less than desirable percentage of sag at her young age; her waist and hips were both thirty-one-inches around; she weighed in at one-hundred-eleven pounds; her height was five-foot-seven-inches; her overall hair length was ten-inches long, unkempt, and was labeled as naturally dark-brown; her eyes were classified as light-brown, while she'd always considered them to be hazel; her skin was fair and was listed as "Imperfect", likely due to several blemishes and light scars she'd accumulated over the years, Jessie figured.
There was an option to view more advanced settings in that regard, but her curiosity drove her to click on the "Mental" tab, and it was just as accurate as the "Physical" one, she found.
Jessie's current state of mind was labeled: "Paranoid and Defensive", understandably so given the circumstances; her mood was accurately stated as "Anxious and Curious"; her overall I.Q. was one-hundred-seven; her self-esteem had a rating of fifty-six on a one to one-hundred scale; her personality was classified as "Reserved and Bashful", while her willpower was rated a forty-nine on the same sort of scale as her self-esteem.
With that, she quickly closed her laptop, grabbed the untouched beer on the table, cracked it open, and chugged the entire thing in just a few seconds. The crisp, icey liquid burned her throat a bit as it was gulped down, two thin streams leaking out from the corners of her mouth and dripping down her chin onto her shirt as she pressed on. Jesse threw the empty can across the room and took a few deep breaths afterwards, just before slapping her face with both hands and keeping them pressed up against her stinging cheeks with notable force.
"Okay." Jessie said, glancing around the room aimlessly as she lowered her hands back to the laptop. "Let's see what your deal is, you weird fuckin' program."
When she opened it back up, the screen flicked to life where she'd left off.
This couldn't be some kind of weird and over-blown prank, could it? It couldn't be, Jessie thought, there's no way someone could know this much about her. Sure, on an off chance that she had a stalker who'd laced her apartment with cameras and recording equipment to figure out everything about her body, the stuff in the mental settings was just too on-point. She'd never told a soul about her irrational fear of pigeons, and nobody in the world could've known how much she absolutely adored having her hair played with, even her last boyfriend, who never bothered to do such a thing in the short time they were together. Sure, that last one likely wasn't uncommon for a lot of people, but it was very correctly rated as her most favorite activity according to Master PC, located at the top of the short list right above napping, and drinking.
If this actually was a joke, then someone must've gone through a lot of trouble and money to code this bizarre program for just that purpose. And then there was the invisible camera, which seemed to be watching her from the very center of her television rather than any of its corners. Also, it appeared as though each of the options and details about herself appeared to be editable.
Wait a second... The opening message, the fact that she could click within those spaces and potentially rewrite and/or adjust the setting presented to her, could it be that this thing could actually change reality? Bullshit, she thought... Still, this program was strange enough on its own. What could be the harm in testing that fact?
Weary of changing anything in her own "Mental" tab, Jesse finally decided to minimize the stats bar altogether and click on the small, green question mark in the top-right corner of the bottom section known as the "Command Center".
A narrow, black box similar to the Command Center appeared in the center of the laptop's screen with green text that read:
"The Command Center is where a User may alter reality using a less specific and generalized method. Just type out what you would like to change, and it shall be done. However, be careful with your wording, as the program will interpret certain commands on its own."
"Just like a genie... Cool." She chuckled, the alcohol she drank finally taking effect in her system. She let out a deep belch, then typed a rather simple line into the Command Center for her test.
[I am holding a cold beer in my left hand.]
When she hit the Enter key, her entire world perspective was flipped upside-down in an instant. The text she had input vanished in the same instant that a can of Million Lite appeared in her elevated left hand. There wasn't any kind of dramatic
*poof*
or anything of the sort, and Jessie thought for a moment that she'd been holding said can since before she sent off the command.
With wide eyes, she examined the cold, aluminum container closely. It wasn't the brand she normally favored, and it was only twelve ounces instead of the sixteen that she preferred. Still though, it worked! This program was freaking legit! Holy shit!
Without a second thought, she did the same with that beer as she had the previous, cracking it open and guzzling it down without a second thought. It was bitter and a bit watery than she'd prefer, but it was definitely beer, without a doubt! Again, holy shit!
Jessie threw the emptied can over in the same direction the last one had been tossed in, landing behind the living room's second, less comfortable couch. After that, she drew her focus back to the program, her head spinning with the possibilities that came with it entailed. A lifetime's supply of alcohol was one thing, but the things she could do to improve her plain, unattractive body were a completely different story!
Where should she start? Bigger boobs were a must, but not too big, of course. A bigger butt? Absolutely! Jessie's butt had always been boyish and flat, and her hips could certainly use a widening, as well. Not to mention, she was pretty skinny, but her skin wasn't all that tight and didn't look amazing by any stretch when it was on full display in any kind of decent lighting. Her face could use a bit of tweaking too since she'd never really felt like the prettiest girl in the room, but that might just be a byproduct of her low self-esteem, she admittedly thought. Speaking of which, could this thing do her make-up for her? Who was she kidding, it had to be able to!
While her body was very faintly highlighted by an outline on-screen, likely indicating that she was the one selected for the list of stats in the minimized section of the program, Jessie couldn't seem to move the invisible camera around from where it was looking down at her. For a magical, all-powerful computer program, that was a strange limitation for her to come across. She wanted to be able to see her changes up close, and so she decided to get up from the couch and bring the laptop with her into the bathroom.
Jessie watched the screen closely as she relocated from the living room to the hallway, and the camera angle did shift upon walking out of view, gazing down from the end of the hallway's length. Still, it wasn't the most desireable angle for her current intentions, she thought, and again so when she walked into the bathroom. It was looking down at her from one of the lavatory's upper corners, which admittedly had a great view of the shower, if anyone were in there. Oh, well, she thought, this was good enough. In a matter of seconds, Jessie had removed the thin, comfortable clothes off of her plain, skinny frame and was gazing at each of its slight and not-so-slight imperfections.
As the laptop sat next to the sink on the counter, a mildly intoxicated Jessie went back into the command box and typed out:
[My body is completely healthy and my skin is flawless.]
Jessie took a deep nervous breath as she looked up into the mirror at her reflection, then pressed the Enter key.
The changes took place over the course of a few seconds, and the intense, pleasurable sensations that came along with them caused Jessie's knees to buckle and her hands to press down onto the bathroom counter to stay upright. Regardless, she didn't dare look away from the mirror. She wanted to see the magic happen right before her eyes more than anything else in the world at that moment.
Jessie watched as her mildly prominent hip-bones mostly disappeared behind the swelling flesh of her waist; the flabby ponch of her out-of-shape stomach tightened up and became as flat as a board, her small and droopy breasts rose up a bit and obtained a roundness that they had lost in the last five years; her thighs bubbled out and the few pock mark scars dotted around their surface vanished without a trace; the muscles in her arms and torso filled out slightly enough for the change to be noticeable and gave her upper body a more fit and athletic appearance; even her sunken cheeks puffed out just a bit while the acne scars that were spread across her face had been completely removed.
