A pop-up window appeared, reading, "Changes to Tiffani Weir effective immediately; full changes to reality will complete in 5 hours 17 minutes." Brad clicked "OK" as he stood up and jabbed at the power button on the computer's monitor, shaking his head at the bizarre program he'd wasted several hours on.
The upstairs hallway was dark -- it looked like Sarah was asleep in her room, and Robin and her friend Sally were probably in the basement. The door to his room was open a crack, though, a flickering light visible.
Brad figured he'd hear his wife snoring, but instead he heard a faint vibrating sound. Cautiously, he pushed the door open wide enough to get through.
He took a step and stopped, frozen. Lit by several candles on the dresser, lying on the bed, was not the overweight woman he expected, but instead, he saw the Asian bimbo he'd modified on his computer screen. She wore a silk minidress, raised enough to accommodate the vibrator she was pressing against her clitoris, causing the small silver ring that pierced it to dance rhythmically. She looked up and smiled and said, in a high- pitched voice with a slight trace of a stereotypical Oriental accent, "Like, hi! You're just in time -- I was waiting for your cock!"