You survey your domain of the mall. The crowds seem to part, as though a tide swayed by the force of your allure. Krystle, though brimming with confidence, delights in a fresh giggle. She should be used to the raw, feminine charisma she wields, but her recrafted spirit still feels a giddy exaltation at her own beauty. You feel a warm wetness between your thighs.
Stopping near a fountain at the main hub between sections of the mall, you spy a neckbearded young man glancing around idly. His eyes flick to the both of you for a fleeting moment, focusing on the subtle but still stiking shape of your bust then lingering on the prominent, detailed shape of Krystle's breasts pressing against her red shirt.
He's easily over 120 kg, wearing his weight on his bulging belly and thick thighs. A pair of coke bottle glasses cover up his actually striking blue eyes. Stringy, unkempt black hair licks at his glossy neck, merging with the pubic-style curls of his facial hair. A worn, blue shirt, bearing a Portal 2 logo, barely covers his rolls of fat and gray, athletic shorts hover past his furry knees.
For an instant, you notice a flash of connection in Krystle's eyes. While you often ignore the tickles of other realities in the back of your head, you can surmise that Krystle and this flabby, furry thing could've known each other in another life. Now, they might as well come from a different species. But that, you know, can be as easily corrected as you corrected Krystle.
As Krystle clings to her soft, supple chin in contemplation, you remove the flashlight from your purse and train a medium intensity beam on that timid, bloated picture of a man.
With blinking curiosity, Krystle glances over at the light in your hands. A dozen different flashes of thought and memory struggle to gain traction in her mind but all she can do is watch as the beam transfigures its target.
The broad arc of the light doesn't do much at first, especially against that flabby mass of the man, but like a sunbeam on a block of ice, eventually it melts away, sublimating into the air. You sweep the light in a steady, persistent arc, not pausing for a young, mischevious boy who dashes in front of it to escape from a frazzled, raccoon-eyed mother.
When you flick the light off, you take a quick breath and marvel at the transformation you have enabled. Where before sat a pathetic figure, now rises a breathtaking beauty. Her face, once a half-inflated balloon of fat, clings tightly to a sharp, sleek Icelandic curve. Her slim, pert nose arches upward gently and her pink, pouty lips appear as a constant invitation for a kiss. The unnatural beauty of her blue eyes is striking with her glasses transformed into contacts and her stringy black hair now platinum blond and framing her soft features.
Below, her Portal 2 blue top has shifted into a clingy, pink babydoll that shows off her trim, silken shoulders, dainty hands, and glossy nails. While her top displays the same scene, the Companion Cube is gently distorted by her B-cup bust. Past a glimpse of her taut, shapely stomach, those cotton shorts have become fleece short-shorts that desperately cling to the hourglass rise of her hips and barely make it beyond her narrow, hairless thighs. A set of pink flip flops and a lovely, leather bag completes her ensemble.
You feel a flare of actual jealousy this time, if only for a moment, before marveling in your power. A bloated bulk of a man, never given a second thought, transformed into a radiant beauty somewhere between an actress, a model, and a super heroine. In his previous life, this former man might've envisioned his new body cosplaying Spider Gwen/Gwen Stacy. But now, she already has a loyal Instagram following for her cosplay modeling from oodles of fanboys who would beg to grovel at her dainty feet.
"Krystle! Did they have pumpkin spice? Who's your friend?"
"Bryce! Oh my gosh, I completely forgot!..." Piecing together her changed life memories as she recounts them, Krystle notes how you comforted her when she broke down with a rush of emotions. You can imagine this Bryce might've once been a buddy urging his friend to ask out a girl way out of his league. Now, they were both beauties in a league of your own, gorgeous gals to inspire awe in everyone else.
The collateral bonus by the nearby photo booth of the young boy who crossed your path is a stabilized, calm young girl with sparkles in her eyes, a sweep of shimming brown hair past her back, and an elfin seed of beauty which will one day blossom into a presence to rival your own. You find yourself tingly at the realization that this boy will never know what it means to be a man. In fact, her altered mind has never known anything but femininity. The relaxed energy of her mother, no longer saddled with a blunt, brutish boy but a refined, precious young lady, convinces you that there is even more you can do to improve the world.
Lovely Bryce eagerly forgives her friend for forgetting her coffee but gently scolds her for not seeking her out as a comforting shoulder to cry on.
After treating your new friends to their favorite caffeinated drinks, you consider the next step in your beauty-making plans.