Impressed by her transformation, Elizabeth prodded more around the various menus, seeing a multitude of options, settings and toggles. Once confident in her understanding of the machine she began forming a plan to retouch her fallen relationship. But first, she needed to add a stability net so she never again had to rely on Herbert.
"Let's see if this thing can alter my financial status."
She picked her profile. An overview of her current status quickly popped up.
Name: Elizabeth Fairly
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Job: Collection Services
Martial Status: Married
Sexuality: Straight
She clicked on a textbox next to JOB setting. A few buttons popped up. She hapilly clicked on MAXIMIZE INCOME satisfied to see the machine automatically pick Waitress as her new occupation. A warning window popped up but she confirmed it quickly, eager to see the change.
Unknowingly to her, Chronivac's REALITY CHANGE feature was toggled to properly apply automatic settings which is what the pop-up warned her about. A new set of memories appeared in her brain. She now waited tables at a local diner where she made more money though mostly in tips from their more... impressionable clients.
She giggled a bit remembering her tactics of making guys more likely to tip. A butt jiggle while walking around, leaning close to let guys smell her perfume, spilling some drinks on purpose so she can "clean it" off the ground. She really broke tips down to a science. Some memories from before the change remained but these seemed a bit fuzzy.
Her house benefited from increased income as old furniture and broken upholstery was replaced by more modern and elegant equivalents. Cracked walls and broken tiles were either painted over or expertly replaced and a pile of unpaid bills simply vanished. Even her computer was now a cutting-edge model.
Reality adjusted some more making Elizabeth more kinky and openly sexual which would help more to secure bigger tips from wealthier clients hoping they could win her over for off-the-clock activities. Elizabeth idly traced her nipple, the increased sensitivity making her head cloud in vivid fantasies of imaginary partners performing all sorts of feats to her butt. A wet tongue circling her hole, a needy gentleman kissing her crevice in a lovely showcase of sexual worship before their souls and bodies connect in a dance of sweat, musk, and fulfillment. The image made her crotch moisten as a tingle of need teased her insides.
Then she remembered her husband and all the magic was gone.
Even in this changed reality Herbert was still unemployed and using Elizabeth's money to fund his schemes. He was also very reluctant to let Elizabeth take lead in bed and kept insisting on the same bored positions, which made Elizabeth upset due to her huge libido and her deep fascination with anal play.
He still lived in her house in this reality, though he wouldn't dare leave his room while she was at home. This gave her ample time to change more without distractions.
"He's been leeching off me for far too long. It's about time he pays back. With interest."