"Hmmm... okay. Dean, what if I made you... my aunt." Dean gave him a weird look. "Um... what? I said interesting, but... that's kinda weird." "No, listen. My mom is an only child, so I have no aunts or uncles on her side of the family. You could be an adult, be part of my family... I think it'd be kinda cool." "Why not an uncle? I'm not sure if I want to be a girl." Jeff sighed. "I think it would be an interesting idea." Dean thought for a minute. "Fine, I'll be your aunt. But I want to plan this out first."
Dean thought for a moment. "Okay, I want to be young and hot." "How young?" "I don't know... 26?" "Okay... What else?" "What would I do for a job? Where would I live?" "I think if it changes reality, it would give you your own place. What do you want for a job?" "I guess something easy. I could... be a critic. Like a movie critic?" "Sure." "I don't want to be married or have kids or anything. Is there any way you can make me keep my personality and memories, but know everything I need to adjust to my new life?" "I think... Yeah, found it." After a while, they finally sorted everything out.
"Okay, Dean. Here goes the transformation." Jeff started it, and Dean froze in place. "I feel kinda weird..." His hair began to grow longer, and grew down to the middle of his back. "Huh." He began to fiddle with his hair, twirling it. "It's soft..." His face began to distort, creating a very female face. "Wow, Dean, you look pretty cute." Dean looked at his hands. They began to get long and thin. What little hair he had on his arms and legs disappeared. His hips began to grow wider, while his legs became curvy. "Wow..." Dean bent down to feel his legs, and he felt something pop in his chest. 2 large breasts had appeared, stretching his t-shirt. Jeff had a pretty good view of Dean's cleavage. "Hey! Stop staring!" Dean turned away, pulling his shirt up to hide his new jugs. His voice had gotten a bit higher and softer. "Whoa! I sound... nice." He was getting really aroused. His dick was poking through his shorts a bit. Suddenly, it felt like it was getting pushed, pushed inside of him. His balls sank inside along with his dick, leaving a hole. His insides began rearranging to suit his new organs. "Oh my god... I feel kinda sick..." The woozy feeling left shortly, and Dean stood at attention.
Now, a beautiful young woman was standing in the middle of Jeff's room. "Wait, what about my clothes?" Dean was still wearing his t-shirt and shorts. "I can't go out like this!" "Calm down, I put clothing into settings too." Dean felt something pop onto his breasts. Looking down the neck of his shirt, he noticed that a bra had materialized. The briefs he was wearing changed to a pair of panties. His t-shirt turned into a dark blue blouse. His breasts created a bit of cleavage. His shorts grew longer and turned into a pair of jeans. A pair of black shoes appeared on Dean's dainty feet. A purse appeared on Dean's shoulder.
"It works! Oh my god..." Dean was amazed. He began examining himself. "Hey, Aunt Dean, maybe we should figure out what your alias is." Jeff went over to Dean and took her purse. "Here, your driver's license." Dean looked at it. "Diana Ingram. Yeah, everything on this driver's license makes sense." Diana stood there thinking for a moment. "So... nephew? What should we do now?" "Hey, Diana, nobody says that. Call me Jeffy. Or just Jeff. Something affectionate." "Okay, Jeff." "I guess we could go see your house." "That sounds like a good idea. Bring the program. You can install it on my laptop." "Wait, you have a laptop?" "Yeah, how else do I write reviews, a typewriter?" Diana clutched her head for a moment. "Wow, that was weird. It was like the information was being beamed into my mind." "It must be the adjustment thing. Anyways, come on, 'Auntie'."