As sexy as Jez was with her rock hard muscles and her toned abs Milton couldn’t help but feel a desire for a girlfriend who was a little less sporty. He wasn’t sure if it was his new dick talking or if the desire had always been there but Milton definitely wanted Jez to be different. Instead of sports tournaments on weekends why not hanging around with him. Instead of practice first thing in the morning why not getting ready so she looked gorgeous during the day. Normally these types of desires would go unanswered but in Milton’s bag was the answer to any desires and requests he had. He could do anything to Jez, he could turn her into a complete bimbo, a brainiac, or a goth chick who hated everything. The possibilities were endless, he could play with race, sexuality, age, and even reality itself. He could make her angry, horny, submissive, or defiant with the snap of his fingers or the tap of a button. He was in control and anything he desired could be become reality. Actually by the time they finished their walk he could have her be a completely different person. That idea was so appealing that he dug into his bag and pulled the chronivac out with a grin scanning Jez and laughing as he stared at all the options.