I was exhausted, but felt great. That had been such an amazing experience, and I wanted to keep having more like it. Harry would make an excellent boyfriend: he was smart, but mostly sweet and caring; while on the other hand, he was fit and handsome and seriously packing down there.
But there were a couple problems: first, I needed to end our family relationship before he found out who I was. Second, I was 17 and he was 14. That was probably illegal for us to be together. So one of us would have to change age, and I figured it should be him.
While Harry was lying on the bed in a near-coma, I dragged myself to the computer and started changing things. First, I made myself Harry’s girlfriend, but not related to him. Then I changed his age from 14 to 17 like me.
I watched as Harry, sprawled on the bed, began to grow older. He grew significantly taller than me, probably 6’2”. His muscles swelled all over his body, and his face matured and became even more attractive.
When all was said and done, Harry was a 17-year-old hunk who remembered me as his girlfriend of 2 years.
But little did either of us know yet that our little tryst had left me pregnant.