"We think you should just undo everything for now," said Tiff. "Then I guess we can decide if we want to change anything." Katie nodded in agreement.
"Okay, then head on into the chamber," said Tim. The girls did so, and he hit the control to close the door.
Of course, he had no intention of doing what the girls wanted. As a 16-year-old male who couldn't get a date if his life depended on it, having come into the possession of a machine that could transform people to his specifications, he was going to take full advantage. And from some of the items that were pre-programmed into the system, it seemed that he and the scientist who had created the machine were of similar minds.
He first selected an option that made him (actually, any male within a 10-foot radius of the machine) the sole person who would remember the old reality. He definitely wanted the girls to think their new selves were normal.
He removed Katie's new height, but bumped Tiffany's up a few inches -- he liked the idea of having one short and one tall girl. Katie got to keep her straight black hair, although it would grow past her ass; Tiff would be a natural platinum blonde, with a definite wave to her waist-length hair.
The rest of the options would apply to both girls. Volleyball-sized tits -- of course, they'd look bigger on the petite Katie -- and the musculature to support them with no back pain. Narrower waist. Enlarged hips and buttocks. No body hair. Cocksucking lips, permanently glossy. Cheeks permanently rouged. Longer eyelashes, permanently lush and black. Eyes permanently colorfully shadowed.
They would wear only skimpy, sexy clothes -- cold weather wouldn't be a problem -- and their feet would quickly start to hurt if they weren't wearing shoes with at least a 4- inch heel. In the section on body modifications, Tim went a little bit random, choosing that each girl would have a few piercings in various locations, plus a lower back tattoo and an additional two inkings apiece.
By this point, it was obvious to Tim that this mad scientist had been thinking about his ideal modifications to women for quite some time. Always in perfect health (no STDs or other diseases) -- Tim chose that. Drastically slowed physical aging. No menstrual cycle and no chance of pregnancy unless there was a ring on the third finger of the left hand -- well, Katie hadn't wanted PMS, and this seemed like it would stop it at least until she got engaged to someone; of course, Tim couldn't help but wonder how that would physically work. He shrugged and went to the next page of options.
On this long list, some of the mad scientist's perversions showed through. Tim managed to figure out what most of the weird-sounding stuff was -- after all, he frequently downloaded and watched porn, unbeknownst to his parents. At any rate, he put check marks next to just about everything, from the innocuous to the highly sexual. Weight Fixed Regardless of Calories Consumed. Always Multiple Orgasms. Taste Buds Optimized for Male Semen. Quick-Drying Hair. Cut Hair & Fingernails Grow Back in Seconds. Lubricating Saliva. Pleasing Voice. Vaginal Fluid Smell & Taste Enhancement. Always Ejaculate on Orgasm. Non-Staining Ejaculate. Anal Clitoris. Throat Clitoris. Tongue Lengthens when Aroused. Can Hold Breath Up to 6 Minutes. Vibrating Vagina. Vibrating Anus. Vibrating Lips & Throat. Pulsing Labia. Bisexual. Attracted to Nerdy/Geeky Guys.
He chuckled at that last one. Obviously, the mad scientist was a man after his own heart.
He took a deep breath and hit the "execute" button. The screen read "Working..." for about 10 seconds, and then changed to "Transforming reality..." At that moment, Tim could see the air ripple around the chamber, as if he were looking toward the desert horizon, and then the ripple suddenly shot outwards in all directions.
The door to the chamber hissed and unlatched. Tim's jaw dropped again as two porn star goddesses stepped out, balanced on their black platform heels. They looked down at the skimpy white halter tops that barely contained their enormous breasts and the minuscule plaid skirts that barely covered their round, firm asses -- and Tiffany said the words Tim had been waiting to hear, "Oh, thank God, we're back to normal."
"You bet, thanks to Tim," said Katie, smiling at him. There was a silver ring through her nose and lust in her eyes.
And Tim suddenly found that he was very nervous about what might have been about to happen. It turned out that it was one thing to fantasize about something, and another thing to have it come true. "Uh, why don't I use this thing to change myself?" he asked in an attempt to postpone things.