You look down at your stomach, and realize you're a little overweight. Well, maybe "a little" as in a volcano is "a little" hot. Man, have you let yourself go! Of course, if this computer thing works, you may have a nice shortcut.
'Yeah, right-- and the Feds will start giving out print-it-yourself money kits!' you think. Then again, you really don't have anything to lose by playing with the program.
Starting up the program, you are surprised when an amazing accurate (and unflattering), nude image of yourself appears on one side of the screen. On the other side of the screen appear a dense field of statistics. After a few moments of studying, you find "Body-fat%:". In the box after the label is a field which seems to go from 0.00% to 99.99% Playing with the numbers creates a corresponding change in the image. You lower the percentage down to 0.50% and hit the button labeled "Apply Change".
A pop-up screen come up: Please choose awareness settings.
Underneath the message is one field labeled "Self" and another labeled "Others". Each seems to have the choice "Aware" and "Unaware". Shrugging mentally, you chose "Aware" for yourself and "Unaware" for "Others".
The message "Applying Changes" appears on the screen and an hourglass icon starts turning over and over on the screen. Suddenly you feel-- weird. Although your height isn't changing, you feel as though you are shrinking, and your clothes start to sag.
'Oh My God!' you think, eyes going wide with the realization that, somehow, this program must have hacked into the software behind reality. Shaking, you get up and hurry to a full length mirror, finding that you have to hold your pants up.
Looking in the mirror, you see a you as skinny, no, _skinnier_ than you were in high school, or junior high for that matter. And this is the lean sort of skinny-- slenderness from a lack of fat, not a lack of muscle. You aren't any more muscular than before, but what muscle you have stands out-- you can see the definition, the striations. Every surface vein is visible. Pulling up your shirt, you see you have not a six pack, but an eight pack. You feel like you are on the verge of an orgasm.
Without warning, your clothes suddenly adjust to your new body.
'Wow,' you think. 'This could be amazingly cool!'
What next?