"This Art Hoe preset seems interesting," Mike said.
"But you're not pickimg that, are you?" Jeff was worried.
"Son, you know what? I think I will pick just that. Make me an art hoe."
Jeff cringed, but he did as his father wished. He applied the "art hoe" preset together with reality changes, and that's it. He pressed apply.
"Son, I can feel it happening," Mike said.
Jeff watched as his father shrunk down. His thick arms dwindled. His hair turned a different color, white-colored hair with brown roots. Thick-rimmed glasses appeared on his face, and just under, his nose gained a septum piercing.
His ass and hips became fat, and his pants shifted, becoming high-waist pants. His now skinny and girly arms had pale skin, but it was getting covered by tattoos.
The changed seemed to be settling, only small adjustmenys happened, her lips gaining lipstick, a further softening of her face. Her bangs gdtting cropped. Now it seemed to be done.
"Son, how do I look?" A breathy female voice, but still his father's cadence. The absolute mismatch made Jeff cringe.
"You look good, dad," Jeff said. He couldn't help but sneek a peek at her large ass, flattered by her high-waisted denim pants, further exaggerating her body's pear shape, and Jeff hated himself for looking.
"You think I could fit in in those college parties? You know back in the day your father was quite something, partying every weekend. That was before I met your mother of couse." Mike chuckled, though with her new body, it was more of a giggle.