(ST) (Mc) Himself and family

(Im going to ignore exhibitionism, it's not my taste)

"Man I love this sight I have of my self but I'm starting to hate the weight" Bill though of himself and the book flipped to where he previously edited himself, then he proceeded to lower the size of his melons without removing then, now looking less flamboyant.

"Speaking of looking good, mom's always so conservative, or null in those shirt, jean shorts and flip flops, maybe I should do something about it." Bill thought, the book then without asking flipped automatically to his mother entry again while he was fidgeting with his pen, "thanks book" then he added without checking or looking up anything related to what he was going to add, maybe it also automatically shorted itself too?, "Samantha always dresses in a classy-", "you know what, let's tight the reins a bit." he edited:

"Samantha always dresses-up the way his son Bill tells instructs her to, from underwear to accessories, everything, without question and always thankful to him."

Bill read the entry, and knowing the book knew him, by the fact that it didn't close on the dot, he felt a little like power tripping, maybe add bit more?, also, did he had to edit everyone one by one?, if what was the case it could become a time trouble, and as he was thinking of his family as a whole, the book gently and slow, like saying "is this what you're referring to?" flipped a pair of pages over to [The Anderson Family.], "well that answers it", he said before adding:

"The Anderson Family sees nothing wrong with the way the son Bill dresses his mother, they always consider it a good choice"

and "The Anderson Family bloodline are special in that they don't get any type of body pain by bad (and prolonged) posture, or repetition of action."

"They also don't get tired easily, and always get good sleep" [insert malicious cat Tom face]

and because he didn't wanted to be famous for it: "and purely by chance, nobody has never noticed their special capabilities, nor will."

Now I'm not an asshole if I like heels, or a corset or, ¿slouching? BAM. the book closed applying changes, leaving bill looking at the "Version: 296" on the cover. Then he heard the front door closing, maybe he should get to the table and admire what his present self may had choose this morning.

Before even turning around to the dining room he was hearing the delightful clacking of heels, oh yeah, wait, dinning room? he stopped just at the corner to look back, wasn't the corridor more shorter before? he did another half turn and found that now they had a front, nice and comfortable living room that wasn't next to the kitchen, "it looks like not having back pain can do wonders to a complete generation".

"Bill what are you looking at boy? did you lost something" called his father from behind while he was moving back his main chair at the table, Bill saw that hi father looked, ¿better?, more calm, collected, well dressed? (not dollar store kind of clothes).

He went to the table and took a seat in the polished wood set, nice. "So father, what did you do today?" Bill said with an over acted wealthy tone, "oh thank you for asking, today I finalized the last welds inside of the new battleship at our local yard", ¿local shipyard?, that place is at a good pair of long hours from here, but most of all, he is an office worker, who just yesterday had to pay for new printer cause he hit too hard the previous one 'cause it lacked yellow ink.

"Dad, how much do you-" "excuse me, give me space honey", they where interrupted by their mother bringing a pair of plates to the table with a big steak for a meal, and as he looked up at her, oh boy was she glorious, clad in a very cleavage pleaser, tight, long dress that might as well could be for a Gala Uptown, then in a blink, time runned up to normal when he shook his eyes from her breast, and as she went back to the kitchen, he looked her up and down, nice long hair in beautiful single braid, the dress went down just enough so that heels were very visible, "Are those ¿Louboutin?, damn she is clad in solid money" he thought jaw open.

*whistles* "well thank you for the treat son, you always know how to make you mom shine bright, bytheway, what did you ask?" his father broke the silence as his neck turned back front him staring like an owl, fixed on her wife swaying ass. "nothing" Bill responded plainly, and just thanked again who or whatever blessed him with the book.