The 20-year-old Nils happened to be passing by his younger brother Lars's room, and saw through the crack in the door what looked like a porn movie playing on the computer monitor. He couldn't believe it -- he looked around for their parents, then quickly entered the room, closing the door behind him.
As he got closer to the monitor, his jaw dropped. It was a porn film starring the Asian hottie from next door and -- he couldn't believe it -- his brother. Fortunately, the view of Kelly was better; her giant breasts were having a hypnotic effect as she bucked up and down on top of Lars.
Nils sat down at the computer, wondering what the deal was -- he'd suspected for a while that his brother was often getting busy with the girl next door, but for them to be filming it was something else entirely. It was then that Nils noticed a window labeled "text description" that contained the text, "Lars Lindahl, her next-door neighbor, is Kelly's go- to fuck buddy whenever she's in the mood for cock. Kelly is now in the mood for cock."
Obviously, thought Nils. But I'd rather see a different kind of porn movie. Grinning, he typed, "Kelly is actually in the mood for pussy. Right now, she's fucking someone like herself, but a blonde."
Nils hit Enter and was surprised to get a pop-up message: "Replace current Lars body with female?" He clicked Yes, thinking, This must be some kind of weird interactive porn movie viewer that Lars programmed himself into.
Another pop-up window. "'Lars' is an atypical name for a female. Suggested change: Lara." Nils was taken aback by how "smart" this program seemed. The "Lara" text was highlighted; he erased it and instead typed something ridiculous, "Cuntella."
Yet another pop-up window. "'Cuntella' is an atypical name for a female, containing a vulgar anatomical reference..." Rolling his eyes, Nils jabbed the mouse pointer at one of the options at the bottom of the window, "Names containing vulgar anatomical references are fairly common."
A few more pop-ups, which Nils clicked through as quickly as possible. Yes, "someone like herself" meant the body, and especially the breasts. Yes, and the wardrobe. Yes, and the tattoos and piercings. Yes, her parents were okay with that. (Nils narrowed his eyes when he saw that one, but continued.) Yes, adjust arousal levels as much as necessary. Yes, boost intelligence level to -- whoa, no, let's have her be a bimbo, something which took Nils a couple minutes to figure out. Yes, adjust reality as much as necessary.
It was after Nils had clicked "Yes" there that the porn video "flashed" on the screen, and he was suddenly looking at Kelly leaning over and licking the pussy of a voluptuous blonde, a pussy that was hairless with the tattoo of a rose above it.
No sooner had the picture imprinted itself into his brain than Nils's entire surroundings flashed, causing him to scrunch his eyes shut. When he opened them, it was as if he was in a different room entirely. Actually, the window was in the same place, and the computer was the same, but now the room was decorated in pink-and-white wallpaper, there was a bigger bed covered with pink sheets, and the bookshelves were gone, but there was a makeup table in their place.
Stunned, Nils stood up from the chair in front of the desk -- which now had pink flowers painted on the drawers -- and came face-to-face with a framed photo on a shelf atop the desk. Kelly and a similar-looking, albeit Caucasian and blonde, stood on the football field in high school cheerleader uniforms, smiling for the camera, their breasts both pushing the uniform sweater outward to almost unimaginable dimensions. Written on the border of the photo: "Kelly and Cuntella."
Nils had to sit back down. On the monitor, Kelly was still eagerly licking.