James thought for a moment, before he slowly said what he wanted there to be. Three things. He got to pick three, and there was no guarantee he'd like the ones they chose, so he better make his count.
"Big boobs. Parties. High School." He wanted to go back, to have a hell of a time in high school unlike his own nerdy, virgin youth.
The machine whirred for a moment, before the robot voice spoke. "And we have chosen: Family. Cougar. Exotic."
James looked about, confused. "Wait, what will all that-"
He jolted suddenly, a prim English voice exclaiming, "-mean?" He looked around, blinking. A room of teenagers looked back at him, and he blinked a couple of times. Why was he suddenly in a classroom? Time froze, and he looked down at himself, letting out a gasp. For a moment, in his mind's eye, he could see himself. About 5'3'', his skin a caramel hue, his nose strong, his brows thick... or rather her, for this body had a big pair of heavy breasts, threatening to erupt out of the blouse and cardigan she was wearing, a full high school librarian outfit, right down to the glasses. Her wide hips, either side of her fresh new pussy, filled out her pencil skirt nicely. The robot voice said, "Divergence point: Your family history is of Persian descent via London, you moved here when you were very young. You were never born, this equivalent is your sister, Mia, who works as a high school English teacher."
James gasped, looking at the image again in his mind's eye. While the facial features were more Middle Eastern, he could see his younger sister Mia's face looking out. Holy fuck, this was trippy. Was he technically his own sister... or given he was the eldest child and so was this body, was she just him?