"What the heck is this thing, the Infinity Gauntlet?" You mutter, as you select MIND.
A soft, feminine voice emits from your phone. "Please state desired mental changes."
You almost drop the phone in surprise. "Wait, so I can just say how I want her mind to change, and it happens?"
"Yes, Sir. Please state desired mental changes of subject: Annette Kennedy."
You have to fight to ignore your arousal, especially since it looks like Annette is changing her clothes inside the car. You wonder what she has that would fit her body better?
"Ok, um, let's see. I want her to actually like being younger. In fact, being younger and smaller is now a major turn-on for her, and she wouldn't mind being even younger than this. She also gets aroused by wearing as little clothing as possible, or even being naked, and has no hangups about this. She is not sexually attracted to any males (other than myself), but she's sexually attracted to females." To say that you're pretty turned on yourself at this point would be an understatement!
"Desired mental changes are now in effect." Your phone chirps pleasantly.
Time to put this to the test.
You walk up to the convertible, to see that Annette has a confused look on her face. She's changed out of her jogging clothes...well mostly. She's put on a red blouse, and stopped there. The blouse is long enough on her now to cover her thighs and naughty bits. She's barefoot, and as she hasn't pulled her seat up, her feet barely reach the pedals.
You smile at her and wave, and she rolls down the window.
"Yes, can I help you?" She bites her lower lip nervously. The gesture is adorable and your heart melts.
"Well, actually, you look like you need some help."
She nods. "Yeah, um...I need to get home, and I'm not old enough to drive."
Your grin widens. "I could drive you home, if you want?"
The nervous expression fades, and she beams at you. "Thank you, young man. It's so rare to find someone so helpful and trustworthy." She moves into the passenger seat, and you get a brief glimpse of her bare ass. She buckles up, and smiles at you, completely without concern.
You get into the car, and adjust the seat. Then you buckle up, and turn the car on. "So, where to?"
As you ride towards her apartment building in a very exclusive part of town, you make small talk. She explains that she's a financial consultant, and is very successful, making six figures a year. She just got out of a bad relationship, and she's been having a hard time trusting men as a result.
"But you're different, you seem like such a sweet boy." She hasn't stopped smiling at you, it's both heartwarming and a little disturbing. You feel a little scummy for making her into your plaything...but you can't resist.
She started working out and jogging to bolster her self-esteem; in her business, you need to be confident and strong, especially as a woman. You can't let others see you as weak, or they'll pounce.
When you park her car in the garage, she gets out, not even bothering to grab her clothes, or put on her shoes. Her coltish young legs are distracting, and even though it's not a fetish for you, her tiny feet are really darned cute. Walking on the bare pavement doesn't seem to bother her at all, nor does the fact that the parking garage is a little chilly. You figure that the app must make some extra changes automatically to the subject, to cover for small details.
Handy, that.
You manage to get to her apartment without being noticed by the other residents, and once inside, you're taken aback by how big it is. All the furnishings look high quality and expensive, she has a jacuzzi, minibar, and a positively HUGE projection TV.
To your shock, she takes off her blouse and tosses it absently on the floor. Her small, pert breasts are on full display as she grins at you. "I need a shower, make yourself at home. Use my credit card and order dinner, would you?"
With that, she saunters to the bathroom, and you can't help but notice a very mature sway to her hips.
You realize, belatedly, that you're now her type, so naturally, she's going to be flirty. Oh boy.
You order a pizza, and sit down on the couch, willing the tightness in your groin to manageable levels. And not really succeeding.