Katie rolled her eyes, "Okay, whatever, fine. Just as long as I don't wind up in a chainmail bikini!"
Milton immidiately got to work. He grabbed the manual and skimmed through it quickly, keeping it by his side so he didn't screw up. He made a few tweaks to her physique, increased her athleticism so she'd stay in shape, added a few inches to her bust and hips, and began furiously typing into the empty text box:
-Enjoys anime, comics, and D&D
-Likes to cosplay but keeps this a secret to most people.
-Makes her own costumes. Pays attention to small details.
He looked up to see Katie watching him closely. As she looked at him, he grinned and typed
-Really likes chainmail bikinis
"Oh ha ha." Katie said as she reached for the backspace key...
...only to accidentally hit enter.
The machine began to whir as "Process Starting" appeared on screen.
"Oh crap." Katie said.
She felt her muscles tense and tone from years of being on the cheerleading squad, something she hadn't done before. Her hips widened slightly and her bust plumped up to a distinctly larger than average size. New memories flooded her mind. She remembered her favorite shows and comics. She remembered that time she wore one of her old blue shirts that was way too small for her and Milton joked about her looking like Supergirl. She remembered how she wanted to try dressing like her after that. Learning to sew, paying attention to details...she had an ambition now. Fashion design. Modelling. These were things she wanted to do. She remembered the D&D group and the deal she made and her double life. At school she was one of the top cheerleaders, but in secret she was the weird cosplay girl with a centaur fetish. That was more her. The whole cheerleader thing was a role she played, to her. She even apologized to the guys when she made fun of them, explaining she was just being "in character". She also loved chainmail bikinis. It started as an inside joke but since she could pull it off, she wore one to the D&D group every now and then just to mess with 'em.
The room changed. Piles of fabric and a sewing machine now sat in the corner. Next to it, a bin of metal chain links. Paintings of buff centaur men now covered her walls. Hanging next to them was a decorative sword.
Lastly her clothes and underwear vanished leaving only...a chainmail bikini behind.
Milton's eyes went wide. "Umm...well...THAT was an oops!"
"You can say THAT again!" Katie said as she looked down at herself.
She then caught a glimpse of her figure in the mirror. Her toned stomach, ample bosom, and wide hips. They all looked amazing in the stupid bikini she was wearing. She began to grin and strike a few poses.
"...want me to get the camera?" Milton said sarcastically.
"Actually yeah! This latest bikini turned out great! The 'ruby' in the center was a great touch! Lemme throw some clothes and my wig over this so we can sneak to the park and do a shoot."
The gears in Milton's head began to turn. He realized what had happened. She MADE that outfit! Of course she wanted to post pictures online!
"Katie...are you sure about this? I mean not like 5 minutes ago you were telling me 'no chainmail bikinis'. I mean we can fix thi-"
"Naw fuck it! I look great. And it's not Katie, remember? That's my cheerleader name. It's Kaedra here." she said as she put on a red wig.
Milton shook his head "You take your LARPing waaay too seriously."
"No. I just don't want anyone to suspect anything! So remember, when I'm nerding around it's Kaedra."
Milton grinned and shrugged. If Kati-err...Kaedra was cool with this, so was he. Afterall, they were closer friends than ever before.