Jordan looked over at the girl of his dreams, currently lying on one of the beds in his college dorm room, licking her own juices off a clear plastic dildo, her bright pink hair cascading around her. He didn't want to miss this chance -- he chose the "Further Alter Reality" setting.
The TransPhone beeped once, and the display read "Reality altered. Direct revert not possible due to paradoxes." He looked around the room and didn't see any noticeable changes.
Someone knocked on the door. Slutania sat up, and Jordan walked the few steps to open it.
"Hi, you must be Jordan, and I'm guessing you're Slutania," said the enthusiastic woman who had knocked, a big smile on her face. "I'm Kim, I'm a senior, I'm a music major, and I'm the resident advisor for this floor!" Noticing the expression on Jordan's face, she put her hands on her hips and said, "Hey, mister, what's the matter? It's like you've never seen a girl before!"
In a sense, he hadn't. Kim was nowhere near as dramatically built as Slutania, but she still had an hourglass figure, long, shapely legs, and what looked like a pair of volleyballs attached to her chest. She wore a bikini top, matching short shorts, and platform heels made of clear acrylic. Her cute "girl next door" face was done up with porn-star makeup, and she had piercings visible through her nose and eyebrow, plus several in each ear, and a charm dangling from a pierced navel. Most dramatically, the wavy hair that fell down to her waist was turquoise.
"He hasn't!" exclaimed Slutania from the bed. "He's from Podunk."
"Oh, a farm boy," said Kim, reaching forward to rub Jordan's upper chest with a palm. A flicker of disappointment crossed her face as she felt no significant muscle, but then she went back into enthusiastic mode and said, "Well, listen, if you ever need help with anything, or just want to talk, or just want to fuck, I'm in room 217 right down the hall." Jordan felt a hand on his lower back -- Slutania had gotten up and was standing next to him. "That goes for you, too, of course," said Kim to Slutania. "And don't forget about the dorm meeting, tonight at 9:00 in the lounge downstairs."
"We won't," said Slutania. "Thanks! Nice to meet you."
Jordan watched Kim walk down the hall, her ass swaying with each step, a large abstract design tattooed on her lower back right above it.
"We should take her up on that 'fuck' offer soon, before everyone gets too busy with classes," said Slutania. Jordan turned to look at her; she was licking her lips. "You know how much I love blueys."
"I think I need to sit down for a minute," said Jordan, finally releasing his grip on the door handle and letting it swing closed.
"Ahh, so Kim made you weak in the knees, too!" Slutania smiled. "But hurry up -- we still need to christen this bed!"
It was then that Jordan noticed, finally, that the room now included only one double- wide bed, rather than the two separate beds that had been in it earlier.