Mark liked anime girls. No real preference, although he had to admit, shoujo-ai turned
him on (well, maybe lolicon too, but that fuels other fantasies...).
Mark didn't care if they were magical, gun-toting, or cybernetic...he just liked how cute
they looked. Mind you, the undersized, cute, superstrong girls (wielding oversized
weapons or big guns) WERE kind of hot...
Poor Mark, don't we all know someone like him. Can't make it with the real girls, so he
lives in a fantasy he can never have.
Until....today.
Mark was no accident, he had been chosen. The CEO's of Chronivac, a twisted, devious
bunch not unlike the CEO's of, say, Wolfram & Hart (but with a different version of the
Apocalypse that involves less death, and more chaos), had consulted their greatest seers
and diviners (known to them as the Accounting Department) to choose people who could
cause the greatest amount of chaos, if given the means.
That's not to say you couldn't BUY a Chronivac...although very few copies were made.
They only had one willing Djinn to copy, and there's a limit to how many 6" tall Djinni
clones you can produce, you know. Something complicated involving parthenogenesis,
chocolate, and a succubus with a lolita-complex. Technical stuff.
Or, as Captain Jack Harkness would say, "a little Technobabble is good for the soul".
A few copies, therefore, were reserved for "free trials". Heh heh heh. (Cue evil laughter)
As an aside, many villains have pointed out evil, maniacal laughter, is therapuetic.
So it came to pass that Mark installed CHRONIVAC v.4.0.1 onto the hard drive of his trusty
i-Book.
Chaos ensued almost immediately, as evil naturally prefers Microsoft.
Mac is just...not evil enough.
Still, being magical, it worked. But just like Video Girl-ai, and the guy's broken VCR, this
was going to have...side effects.
Mark, of course, after installing it, got sidetracked by his latest fansub of Bleach, and
started watching it. This episode, featuring Rukia, his favorite character, naturally caused
the fanboy to drool.
Not literally, but hey, who's telling the story here? Anyways, unbeknownst to him, the
program began running.
USER PREFERENCES-
GENDER: F
BODY TYPE: SMALL
APPEARANCE: ATTRACTIVE, DOLL-LIKE
ETHNICITY: ANIME
SPECIAL QUALITIES: SUPERHUMAN AGILITY, SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH, EXTREME RESILIENCE
TO INJURY
SEXUALITY: ERROR
The currently Mac-ified Dei clone (we'll call her Dea, for now) was pretty sure the user
hadn't actually asked her to do anything, yet an application was compiling data
nonetheless. Sexuality of her user profile was odd...he seemed hetero, yet the girls he
liked....weren't.
Since she was magical, and not bound to computer logic, she fixed that right away.
SEXUALITY: HOMOSEXUAL (SHOUJO-AI, LOLICON)
Of course, a man can't be a lesbian...so....
Later, as Mark slept, a strange light came out of his monitor, and washed over his body as
it lay, semi-comatose (or, more accurately, zombie-like) on the couch.
And his body began to...change...shrinking in size, features becoming feminine and cute...
Until, in moments, Mark had been changed into the girl of his dreams. He (She) was
blissfully unaware, shifting position in his (her) sleep. Most cute anime girls, of course,
don't scratch their crotch while sleeping....which caused Mark's dreams to become
significantly more erotic.
Later...