Damia made her way to the bathroom, and turned on the shower, hot, just the way she
liked it. Stepping into the stream of water, she stood there for several minutes, the
cobwebs clearing from her mind before she began the ritual of lathering up her body
(which elicited more than a few giggles, she wasn't used to being so sensitive) and then
washing her hair (a process made much easier at it's new length).
And she started to think. How could she stay in this new body? There was school, and her
family, plus she couldn't work this way. What's worse...she -really- wanted to have sex
with another girl right now, and she couldn't figure out how to swing that.
She sighed as the water eventually cooled.
There might be no way around it, she'd have to go back to her old life.
Wrapping herself in a towel, she sat down to dry her hair when the idea struck her...
The Chronivac had a lot of options...it could do more than just change her body...heck, it
could change anyone's body, with the WebCam. Maybe there was a solution?
She got up and headed into her bedroom, sitting down in front of the computer.
She frowned, wondering when she'd left the monitor on, she could have sworn she'd
turned it off. No matter.
Damia rummaged around in the program menus before she found what she was looking
for. User Profile.
Here was documented not only every change she'd made until now, but also just about
every factor of her life. What made her...Damia.
Inside the machine, a certain Djinn was freaking out. Making direct changes to a User
Profile was bad news. That's WHY Chronivac had other ways of doing things.
Unfortunately, the Djinn didn't know of any way to prevent the User from making such
alterations. Chronivac was the proverbial Monkey's Paw in this regard.
Damia frowned, noticing a few parameters in her Profile that were altered, but not by her.
She was pretty certain she hadn't set herself to be "Immortal" (whatever the machine
considered Immortality to be). She also blushed when she realized that somehow, the
machine had deflowered her earlier this morning...could the program respond to her
needs without her input?
Normally, she'd consider that to be silly, but then again, she was dealing with a computer
program that had turned her into a very sexual 5'-tall girl of 9.
She decided to make a simple change at first. She'd never cared for her middle name.
Rebekah.
"Hm, now, what would be a good name instead..."