Brittany hadn't slept at all, and was still up from the previous day, but she felt excited and full of energy. That might have been due to some of the alterations she'd made to herself using the device, which Olivia's notes called the Imprinter. She was now over 6' tall, with the face and figure of a supermodel.
She'd given herself larger breasts and longer hair, but she was starting to regret that, since her new assets were proving to be almost more trouble than they were worth. 'First girl I see with a smaller bust, I'm nabbing it', she thought.
She'd driven to the park and was waiting for the first joggers to appear, figuring one of them might be a good fit...and a new test subject. She'd figured out that the Imprinter could store data, and she'd scanned quite a few people to choose from.
Ah, there was a jogger now...but no good, it was a man in his early 30's, wearing blue trunks and a grey muscle-tee. He had dark brown hair, and looked fairly handsome.
But maybe that wasn't a problem at all!
She got out of her car, selected a template (Female, 22) and hit the man. He stumbled as his body shrank from 6' 3" by nearly a foot, his hair turning blonde and growing long. His muscles dwindled and his figure changed- his hips widening, and a pair of nice B cup breasts forming. His features became more delicate, and now he was an exact copy of a girl who attended the college. His...now her, trunks, slid off her thighs, revealing feminine underwear.
The Imprinter seemed to function based on observable reality- if you could have seen the man's boxer briefs, they wouldn't have changed, but since you couldn't, they were replaced with panties. The girl now had a bra as well.
She pulled up her trunks and seemed a little confused as she adjusted to her new reality.
Liking what she saw, Brittany was about scan the woman, when she realized there'd been no point- she'd already had this template saved! 'I must be getting addicted to changing people...well I can't let this go to waste, I'll just make a few more changes.'
She selected another template using her phone- she was getting good at this. Zap! Now the woman was taller, though not as tall as she'd been as a man. Zap! Now she had wider hips. Zap! Now she had red hair instead of blonde. Satisfied with her handiwork, she scanned the young woman, who seemed to have finally adjusted to her new reality, and continued jogging.
Brittany admired the woman's backside as she left. She'd copied the geeky young man's sexual urges onto herself after Naomi had left last night, and she'd found the experience to be quite interesting. She went back to her car and gave herself the jogger's shorter red hair and smaller bust.
"There, that's better. I think it's time for breakfast!"