Jenny hated everyone; She was smart, but wasn't great at anything, always seeming to be shown up by someone else. At least that's how she used to be. Now, she didn't really care. She'd given up on being anything more than a slighty-above-lower-class wage slave.
But she'd been high one night, browsing the internet and getting deeper and deeper into the odder corners of it, when an ad for 'Chronivac 4.0' caught her eye. It flashed back and forth between black and red, her two favorite colors, with her name blinking insistently. The ad flickered, then popped up to take up the whole window. Lines of code scrolled down the screen.
When Jenny looked closer, she noticed that it wasn't code at all. It was all of her physical information. It stayed there for a few seconds, and then scrolled again, only this time with changes:
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 118lbs
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Bust: 34C
Shoe: 8USW
Waist: 4
There was more, tons more, and at the bottom, a flashing "YES!" beneath the question "Apply changes?"
Stoned, Jenny was trying to puzzle out how the ad had figured out her name and everything else, but upon seeing the 'changed' text, she was somewhere between confused and anxious. All of the new changes were her ideal self. She tracked her finger across her laptop's touchpad, moving the cursor to close the window out.
Distracted by the question repeating itself at the bottom of the screen, Jenny stopped before closing it out and quickly clicked the 'yes' button.
The ad redirected her to another page where a Flash animation of fireworks exploded into a paywall; All of her information was there. It was starting to freak Jenny out; She'd never been on this site. Was she being hacked? But that's when she noticed her mousey brown hair bleaching to a rich vibrant blonde. A pressure in her chest made her smallish B-cups strain her bra painfully, it's straps digging into her back and shoulders until the clasps in the back bent and snapped off. She couldn't feel the rest of the changes, but she knew they'd happened.
Blocky text was over the pay wall:
Change yourself! Change your friends! Change your Enemies!
Jenny was shaking underneath her covers with the possibilities, her eyes wide as saucers as she quickly clicked through the payment information. Four seconds later, a knock at the door came.