He couldn't help it, now that she was in his mind, he would have to track her down. He grabbed his phone and navigated himself to the website, opening the page and looking at it. He took a few steps and noticed the range brought some new subjects... "Good," he thought to himself, "that means I can use this on the go." He pocketed the phone and got dressed, his clothes seeming to have changed to fit his new body type as part of the process. "Convenient," he thought, and he was correct. Saves me having to write about sentences on how he'd need to find other clothes, and that's just boring. He quickly headed out into his living room and realized he didn't know how to drive. That was going to be a problem. He took out his phone again and scrolled through the list, finding that the mental changes weren't exactly that specific. "We're going to need to call for a car, then." He thought as he selected a subject nearby, an older man in his late fifties who was conveniently driving for a ride-sharing app, and changed his mental settings. The man now thought his most recently requested ride was at Markus's house, and drove right to the door. Markus smiled to himself, thinking how easy life was going to be now that he could manipulate the world around him like this, hopping in to the man's car. He thought to himself how much nicer it was to simply move without the extra weight on himself, and pondered if he shouldn't increase muscle mass as well...just to see how it'd feel. So, of course, he did. From years of carrying extra weight, he already wasn't thin and frail without the fat, but now he was absolutely ripped. Like years of the gym had been crammed into a second, he went from being an average guy to being absolutely studly in the back seat of this old man's car. The surge of pure ecstasy that coursed through him as his body became tight, toned, and fit was stunning. He imagined this would probably be what real sex felt like. He looked down at his own arm and flexed, watching as the muscles bulged and shaped at his command. Life was good.
He opened his eyes to see the man in the front seat staring at him in bewilderment, absolutely shocked at what he'd witnessed. Markus frowned, realizing it would probably cause the man to do something dumb if he didn't act fast, and checked his phone again, reselecting the driver and switching his awareness off. Far as he knew, Markus was always the absolute Adonis that sat in his car. While he was at it, he also set the man to follow his commands, that way he wouldn't question why his app was telling him to go pick up the man that was supposed to be in his car, and certainly not question why he was about to drive miles out of his way for one rider. With that issue out of the way, they were off. Away from Markus's house, out of his city, and about an hour away. He realized as time passed, however, that he didn't know where Chelsea was... He picked up his phone again and checked all the social media he could to see if she had an address anywhere, but realized she didn't. That was going to be a problem. There's only one place he could think of to get that, and that'd be her parent's house. He wondered to himself if maybe she didn't just live at home still, but she was a few years older than him so it's entirely possible she could just not be there. Either way, he had his destination...