"Let's have some fun here. I think I'll do this, and this..." You went on and on. Eventually, you changed your stats to this.
Name: Lance Beaumont
Age: 28 years, 3 months, 28 days
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 200 lbs
Bodyfat %: 6
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Penis Length: 5S, 10H
Social Class: Top 1%
Skills: Acting (Amazing), Singing (Amazing), Dancing (Amazing), Charisma (Amazing), Modeling (Great)
Attractiveness (Out of 10): 9
Virgin: No
Sexual Desirability (Out of 10): 9
In A Relationship: Yes
With: Chris Shields (Fiancee)
Salary: $50,000,000/year
Net Worth: $250,000,000
Occupation: A-List Actor and Male Model
Accomplishments: Youngest EGOT (Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, Tony), 3 Consecutive Academy Awards for Best Actor, Sexiest Man Alive.
IQ: 145
Traits: Nearly flawless body, 10 pack abs, Great in bed, Fluent in every Latin-based language, Flexible, Very strong.
Ethnicity: 75% English, 25% French
You hit apply changes, and made sure to change reality and keep your past memories. Immediately after hitting the button, you passed out.
Eventually, you woke up, feeling completely different. As you stretched out your body, you felt yourself hit something. You turned only to see your Fiancee Chris Shields sleeping with you. Thankfully, you didn't wake him up. Last time you did, you did not get to top for a week. You decided to get out of your huge bed and go to the bathroom. Inside was a full length mirror where you got to appreciate your new body. It was flawless. It almost looked like you were made by a higher deity to show the human race what the perfect man looked like. You could pass off as a bodybuilding hopeful with your extremely toned and buff body. However, nothing could beat (no pun intended) your favorite part about your body. You needed to get rid of your morning wood somehow. After taking off your boxers, you let your 10 inches slap your hard 10-pack. While the Lance of this reality has done it plenty of times, you have not. Feeling your own cock inside of your own mouth was like a dream come true.
As you unloaded your balls of their contents, you heard Chris wake up. A little more about Chris. (While there is a real life Chris Shields working in Hollywood, this Chris Shields is not him in anyway. Just a coincidence.) Chris is also a male model and A-List actor in Hollywood. He has also won Oscars and Emmys, but not Grammys or Tonys, seeing how he was never a stage actor or singer like you. Just like you, he is nearly flawless, having a very similar physique as you. However, he's not quite as buff. Not to say he isn't. He can still bench close to 250 lbs. Just, not quite your 300. Finishing up your auto-fellatio, you cleaned yourself up, took a shower, and joined your hunky fiancee in your kitchen. Together, you two are worth close to $500,000,000, which justifies your large mansion, complete with infinity pool, luxury cars, and home gym. () However, your favorite part of your mansion is your bedroom suite. Huge with a king sized bed, 80 inch TV, study, super luxurious bathroom, and anything else you could think of. You lived in the extreme lap of luxury. Anyway, back to the story.
You greeted Chris in the kitchen, where he was preparing you and him breakfast. Before realizing his acting prowess, Chris wanted to be a chef. He still takes cooking classes, and is an amazing cook. He's just an even better actor. "Hey Hunky. What's for breakfast today?" You asked as you kissed him.
"We're having an omelet souffle." He responded. Both you and him were walking around in just your boxers, which was normal. You bodies were so attractive, why hide them? Once you were in the privacy of your mansion, the clothes came off, unless it was cold. "It's almost ready. Could you set the table?"
"Sure Hunky." You smiled. That was your pet name for him. He occasionally called you Angel, seeing how your body indicates that you fell from heaven. As you set the table, you realized that you still had the memories of old Lance. You wondered what life was like for him, until you looked at the calendar. It wasn't one day later. You actually traveled ten years into the future. The Lance from before and the Lance now are the same Lances. Suddenly, memories flood your brain. You started to work out more in college, you met Chris on set for one of the movies that won you an Oscar, you experienced a strange and sudden growth spurt when you were 20, and more. You fell into an almost trance-like state while recalling your life.
"Angel, the souffle is ready!" Chris announced. This snapped you out of the trance, allowing you to finish setting the table.
"What would you like to drink Hunky?" You asked in a singsong tone.
"OJ." He replied. You walked over to the refrigerator to grab the orange juice, set it down on the table, and enjoyed a delicious breakfast.
End of Chapter