Cassie sighed once more as she continued to surf the Internet, still mired in a week long depression from being the latest girl dumped by nefarious playboy John Tucker. Though she quickly had to remind herself that she no longer bore that distinction, at least the latest part of it. No, her heartbreak was now a week old, and undoubtedly John would do the same thing to the girl he was with now that he had done to the last two. He would use them for a week or two, and then as soon as he got sex from them, would lose total interest.
The bad part was that Cassie knew about John's womanizing ways, yet he had still let herself fall for them. Maybe it was the fact that someone as popular as John would pay interest to her at all. She thought she wasn't that bad looking, but she certainly wasn't a bombshell either. She was pretty average, all things considered, with shoulder length brown hair, B-cup breasts and a slightly poochy tummy that she had tried hard to get rid of. Despite this, she was relatively anonymous within the school's social structure, preferring the company of computers and the Internet to actual people.
So when John Tucker had come in with his devilish smile and charming good looks, she was wary, but only at first. The more she allowed herself to listen his sweet nothings and charms, the more she had allowed herself to be fooled by him. Within two weeks of nearly relentless pursuit, she was smitten. And on their third date, she had foolishly allowed him to talk herself into having sex with him. As soon as she had done that, his use for her had come to an end, and within a few days he had cast her aside as he had done to so many other girls in their high school.
"I just wish he wouldn't be able to do that to any other girl," she told herself as she continued to surf the web, "That maybe he'd understand what that does to a girl." Almost on a whim she entered John's name into a search engine, maybe subconsciously wishing that she could speak to other girls who had the same experience as her. As she half-heartedly scrolled through the results, she came upon the URL of a peculiar sight.
"www.johntuckermustchange.com"
Raising an eyebrow, she clicked on it. The website was simple, a off-white background with a single big black box in the middle that appeared to be buffering a video of some sort. While it was loading, she read the brief text below it.
"John Tucker has broken the hearts of countless girls. It's time to make him pay. Simply type in what you want to change about John, sit back and watch the magic."
Below this there was a simple white text box. Smirking at the humor of it all, Cassie was about to click back to the search engine when the video finally loaded, showing a webcam shot of a room. Not just any room, she quickly realized, but John Tucker's room. She gasped as she saw him there on a bench press, his shirt off, lifting weights. She watched as the sweat glistened off his muscular chest and...
She shook such thoughts out of her head. For a brief moment she allowed herself to consider the possibilities if the site was real. She could change John's personality, make him less of a womanizer. If she were selfish, she could always make John fall madly and irreparably in love with her. She could also think of ways to transform him to get revenge on him, maybe take away his good looks or his ability to enjoy sex. Or, even stranger, she could actually change him into a girl and let him experience the emotion of female heartbreak first hand.
Or she could just try something simple first, just long enough to see if the site worked.
Coming to a decision, she began to carry out her choice...