Jane sat down at the computer looking over the packages. She thought Jeff could do with a haircut but quickly the options showed it could do so much more and she began clicking furiously through packages and a bigger plan developed.
"Hmm. Not bad if I do say so myself... now to apply I just click here?" she asked hovering over the apply settings button.
"Yeah, I think so." Jeff hesitated noticing a page full of packages queued up for application to him. "Umm, what did you decide to do to me?" Jeff asked trying to sound playful but coming out nervous.
"You should realize everything in a minute." Jane responded clicking the button. "But basically I gave myself the gift of an independent son."
"What's that mean?" Jeff asked feeling a warm glow begin to surround him.
"Jeff, you have two years until you're an adult and you are afraid of answering the telephone or front door. I'm tired of being put in a position to have to baby you at 16. You filled your high school class schedule up with several versions of band, choir, and art and not applying yourself to the core classes. Your core grade is a D+ but the worthless classes are hiding it because you got an A+ in singing class. You can barely add but thank god you can sing..." Jane rolled her eyes and sighed, "I set you up for success, there were a number of enhancement packages that I was able to apply that would make you less of a..." she stopped herself pursing her lips. "You're going to be a college graduate, have a job, a place of your own, human friends, even romance."
"College graduate! That's 22 or older!" Jeff reeled still wondering if his mom was going to say failure or disappointment. "No mom I'm not ready for this, cancel it! I just learned how to drive!" Jeff's voice had already settled into a lower register as the physical changes were in full swing.
The room shimmered and repositioned into a home office, the gaming computer was replaced with a netbook and the Chronivac emitter disappeared.
"Where did it GO?" Jeff screamed in a panic.
Jane smiled, "Well, since reality changes are on and it is yours, its probably back in your apartment." Jane stood up and the gamer chair became a more mature, standard chair befitting the home office of a 38 year old woman. "Well, its nice of you to drop by, Your father will be excited to see you have come for dinner. I had better get that started." Jane stood up and exited the room as a befuddled Jeff found words impossible to formulate...