Why not go all out? How great would it be if you could spend some time with your grandchildren. You selected the ||73|| and wrote down ||14|| instead. Soon you felt your skin tightening, wrinkles disappearing. What was just skin on bones, became supple flesh and muscle. You also seemed to shrink in your armchair, which turned into a desk chair. A whole load of changes to reality seemed to cascade through the room.
The bed was replaced with a double bunk bed. The record player made way for a stereo system next to 2 desks littered with school equipment. The wallpaper changed from your bland beige to a colorful blue/green combo. The cactus you kept on the window sill stayed though. Your mom had put it there.
Wait your mom? No, your daughter. You clutch your head as your old memories clash with your old ones. Over a dozen years of memories of your new life assault your brain. It takes a few minutes to sort it all out. Your new name is 'Ray', as a nod to your grandfather, yourself. Well, yourself that died shortly after his wife, your now grandmother, 4 years ago. It's weird to have memories of yourself from the perspective of your own grandson you yourself never had.
There was a double bunk bed, because you shared a room with your brother Ben. That kind of makes sense, because previously Ben and David had shared a room. Now the privilege of a single room goes to the oldest sibling. It's not like you care much, in your new memories there are some fights with Ben, but usually you won out. The old you is actually quite happy to spend more time with Ben.
You left the room, passed the living room with Ben and David still sitting in front of the TV and went into the bathroom to examine your reflection. What you see in the mirror is basically a spitting image of what you looked like as a boy. You can't help yourself but smile as you flex and stretch without any aching or pain. It's true what they say, youth is indeed wasted on the young.
Mischievously you take a peek inside your pants. The age takes it's toll in many places, but even in that area everything was back to young. Just a few straggling hairs could be found here and there to show that puberty had or is still happening, but nothing much. You slip your phone out and open the app. From the bathroom you can now see the other side of the living room and the kitchen. You daugh... no it's mom now. Your mom still seems to prepare dinner in the kitchen.
While looking over your surroundings you notice something strange. 2 Names in the apartment next door were right on top of each other. Being the nosy kid you are now, you select the female one.
||Nancy Dwiller cheating on her husband with somebody from her workplace.||
You blush and quickly put the phone away. But when you calm down again you think it through. Those must be your next door neighbors, and she is cheating. Wouldn't some punishment be in order? It's the right thing to do, you convince yourself. After pulling your phone out again and selecting her it now reads.
|| A unfaithful wife getting fucked by a coworker ||
Shorter and more to the point. Well, what do you do to dole out your semi-divine punishment?