Georgia looked down at the disk in her hand. 'Sure to take your stories to the next level' it promised, but now, a few hours after her impulse buy, she was starting to regret her decision. Still, $10 had gone down the drain for it, so she might as well test it out.
Sighing, she loaded it onto her computer and pressed run. What looked to be a ripoff of Microsoft Word opened, just with a limited number of formatting options and a swapped, overly cheery colour scheme. An anthropomorphised pencil appeared on her screen, waving.
"Hi!" it said. "Welcome to your Reality Writer Pro! I'm Writely, your writing companion. Do you wish to proceed with the tutorial?"
Rolling her eyes, she clicked to proceed. The pencil spun happily, before bringing up a notebook-like window. "Let's begin! Try writing something about yourself."
"Fine," she muttered. I am Georgia Jensen, and I'm 18 years old.
"Great!" Writely said. "Now, try clicking the box 'subject awareness', and then write a new sentence!"
Georgia did as she was told, before typing I have wings like an angel.
She waited a second for Writely to prompt her again, but the pencil just stared at her through the screen. Suddenly, she felt a pull on her shoulders as two lumps formed and began to grow outward, tearing through her shirt with a mighty riiiip before her two white, feathery angel's wings flapped out behind her. She stared at the impossible appendages as they gently ruffled, then back at the writing app.
Writely finally responded. "Now you're getting the hang of this! Now, try checking the 'reality alteration' box instead."
As Georgia complied, she found her shirt reforming around her wings, with holes and new zips for easy removal. A quick glance at her wardrobe showed the same alterations, as if she'd always had them. Her eyes widened even further. Writely applauded her.
"Good job! Now, to undo the change, simply click the undo button!" With a click, Georgia found her gorgeous white wings shrinking down and back into her back as if they'd never existed in the first place. Her clothes reformed, and she found herself just the same as she was before.
"Wonderful, you've completed the tutorial! Don't forget to set your preferences in settings, and if you need any help, simply use the call button in the top right to ask for my advice. Happy writing!" The pencil disappeared with a pop, leaving just a blank document, and the slowly flashing cursor, inviting her to write more.
Georgia couldn't write anymore, not right now. She just needed to take a few moments to let it sink in. She had bought a reality-altering writing app! With this, she could do anything she wanted, change whatever she wanted. A laugh bubbled up across her lips, slightly manic as she dragged a hand down her face. "Fuck me," she whispered. "What the hell do I do now?"