Based on the prompt by “too much free time”.
Aaron groaned and let his head rest on the desk, fighting the urge to get the bottle of Jack Daniel’s out of his fridge. Another freaking catfish. He should have known better, but he’d been so excited to meet a girl who also enjoyed his favorite video game he hadn’t bothered to be too skeptical. But when he’d asked the girl for a picture of her holding a cup she’d suddenly gotten incredibly evasive, and then disconnected altogether. Aaron was getting awfully sick of being played for a fool. It was the forth time in the last six weeks. He was going to have to do something about this.
Aaron was a wiz, and not just in the technological way. His family came from a place in the Old World deeply steeped in magic. Over the generations that power had flowed down the bloodlines, usually becoming more and more diluted as the years went on and magic largely faded from the world as a whole. Aaron had been the first one in his family in decades both with sufficient power to alter reality itself.
So he set to work. It wasn’t that difficult for him, between his powers and his years studying computer science at college. Magic mixed with technology in such interested—in often unpredictable—ways. After a few hours Aaron sat back, satisfied with his work. The spell he’d cast, combined with the script he’d written into the website, would do nicely.
It would turn those claiming to be something into what they said they were. A brunette claiming to be a redhead? Their hair would become a lovely red color. Flat chested and claiming to be busty? A set of double D’s, courtesy of the magic. Now all he had to do was wait.
And wait.
And wait some more.
For a couple of days nothing happened. It was almost anti-climatic. Aaron made a few connections, struck out, but didn’t sense his spell activating. He had ensured it wouldn’t trigger for little white lies, so all of these people were reasonably honest with him. It was starting to seem like he wouldn’t get to test out his program at all……
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“Dude, what are you doing?” Sam asked, rolling his eyes as he glanced over from where he was playing Call of Duty on the couch “I told you before, your little hobby is just weird.” Jeff ignored his roommate’s derisive comment. “As I recall, this is what got you that gaming system. That rich guy was happy to buy one for “Jenna’s” little brother.” He added with a smirk. Sam grumbled but turned his attention back to the game, leaving Jeff to continuing scrolling through the website, looking for a likely “catch.”
Hmm….this guy might be promising, he thought, looking at one of the site profiles. It was some dorky looking guy named Aaron. He won’t believe his luck when “Jenna” messages him, he thought with a grin. He clicked on the profile and typed a flirty message, the sort his supposed female self would love to send.
“Hey hot stuff. How are you?”
He actually wasn’t that bad looking, Jeff thought, on second examination. Kind of handsome, even. Three dots popped up on the screen, and a reply flashed back. The guy, just as Jeff had predicted, was more than eager to chat. He asked about “Jenna’s” life and interests, and Jeff quickly fell into a long practiced script.
“Well, I’m 25, just out of college. I’m living with my roommate Sammi, we are both models.” There was an odd static electricity feel in the air, and then a loud popping noise, as if the world’s largest balloon had just shattered. Jeff shook his head, momentarily confused. He glanced over his shoulder to see if anything had fallen. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. His roommate Samantha—Sammi, she insisted everyone call her—was watching some reality TV show. Her long, mid back length on blonde hair glistened in the bright lights of their apartment.
“I’m working as an intern right now at a law firm, if I do a good job I might get hired on as one of the lawyers. They’ve got a strict dress code, skirts and heels for us girls at all times. Not that I mind thought, because I’m super short.” Jenna shifted in her seat, adjusting her skirt, her feet aching after having been in heels all day.
“I’m really into cosplay, and I have this long dark hair that works wonders with outfits. I like wearing the skimpy ones, it lets me show off my chest.” Jenna brushed a stray strand of his dark hair away from her face, ignoring the weight of her new breasts. This guy wouldn’t know what hit him, she thought confidently.