8 - BFFs???

I sat up and scrolled through our text history. I felt so fucking stupid. I knew from my first command, the one about my hair and makeup, how much a relationship could change from something seemingly unrelated. We were best friends, of course, but we had gone to totally separate universities halfway across the country until I made that command.

Instead, in this new timeline, Alyssa and I had been on the outs since spring break, and, apparently, drifting apart long before that. I read the texts from our last fight. As far as I could tell, Katy Parson, a girl Alyssa had had her eye on for weeks, who she'd been planning to ask out or maybe even take home, turned out to be a fan of mine. We found this out at a beach party in March, when they were each a few drinks deep and "Things were going so well."

And then I "just had to walk up" with my "big stupid tits" and my "shitty little bikini" and my "stupid pretty face" and "string her along all god damn night" because I "just had to be the center of attention, even though we both know you're not even into girls, so why'd you go and make her think she had a chance?"

Furthermore, she stressed that I "always do this", perhaps because "nobody ever takes you seriously because you always dress like a slut, you empty headed titty freak."

That was her side of the story. I'll never know my side of things, because I blocked her after that.

As far as I could tell, we hadn't said a word to each other since.

My chest felt tight, my mouth felt dry, and my heart was trying to climb out of my throat. I was mad at Alyssa and I was mad at myself. Mostly, I was mad at whatever past version of me had, apparently, acted so vain and selfish, and thrown away such an important friendship. Maybe that girl was gone, and I was left with her mess to clean up. Or maybe she was still me. It hurt me to admit it, but I'd always loved to show off. I was still more excited than I wanted to admit to be, apparently, dressing like this on the regular. Until I discovered what had happened between me and Alyssa, I was positively thrilled. Jesus Christ, just today I had gotten a magic cellphone app that could change reality, and the first thing I did was use it to fix my makeup.

What a self-absorbed bitch.

I took a deep breath. Try as I might, I couldn't convince myself that I wouldn't have done exactly what Alyssa had said I did, if I'd been... here. I still had a phone in my hand that could make enormous, sweeping changes to the world at a touch. I didn't want to do something stupid. I closed the WorldMaster app. I stood up and looked around.

Where was I, anyway? The sun was beaming down almost directly overhead. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky. The foliage was lush and leafy in a way that was distinctly tropical. The humid air was heady and intoxicating. I was a little worried how much things had changed from such an innocent and unassuming command. Wherever I was, It sure didn't feel like Washington state anymore.

A quick look at Gloogle Maps told me, despite everything, it was. I was still over a hundred miles from the west coast, almost 2,000 feet above sea level, just shy of forty nine degrees north of the equator. I was also, however, about 1000 feet from the gleaming white shore of an enormous inland sea spanning most of British Columbia, as well as a healthy bite of Washington, Idaho, and Montana. A thin dotted line on the map encircled the area, marking out the 'Tropic of Virgo'. A quick search of Wiklepedia described something called a 'photomagnetic lens' in the Earth's magnetosphere, which bent the sun's rays along an impossibly curved path through space to focus here, sunburning tourists, feeding the region's world-famous coffee plantations, and, (it pained me to realize, firstly and most importantly,) justifying this scandalously skimpy outfit which was, it seemed, now typical of my daily wardrobe. Not five minutes ago they were stocking up on firewood and making plans for the ski season, and in an instant hundreds of miles of geography was transformed, physics strained beyond belief, entire towns displaced or made into islands to make way for an impossible, crystal-blue sea, all because I didn't have the foresight to bring a coat in Washington in September. I wondered if I even owned a coat now.

I considered the WorldMaster app that had appeared on my phone last night with a new respect. I couldn't believe the breadth and scope of the changes it had made to the world. History, physics, an entire economy altered beyond recognition. All for something the app called a 'medium change', worth four, count 'em, four points. Plus whatever Alyssa had done, which was worth something too, apparently. Was she playing to win already, with that first bonus command? She didn't even know there were points to be won, yet! And did she even have the app in this timeline? How would she have gotten it if we hadn't even spoken in months?

Too many questions.

And, we hadn't spoken in months. All those years of friendship, those sleepless nights in high school playing video games, smoking shitty back-of-the-gas-station weed in her parent's basement outside Seattle, thrown away for a world where I ghosted her over an argument over a girl. Had those nights even happened, anymore?

I thought about calling her, or going to her dorm room, if it was even in the same place. Explaining to her how sorry I was or that it was all because of this awful magic cell phone game, and shouldn't we catch up and smoke a bowl and marathon some bootleg 80's anime like we used to. If we still used to. Except it wasn't the app, really.

That was still me, last March in this world. My old world just didn't have the same parties.

I thought about throwing myself on the app's mercy, telling it to make me a better person, less self-absorbed, more thoughtful, less vain. I almost started typing. A chill shot through me, despite the heat. The person I was describing wasn't me. This thing that appeared out of nowhere on my phone had done all this, changed the physics of sunlight and very face of the Earth, made and unmade my life's closest friendship. It was dangerous. And I was about to tell it to make me a completely different person. What a fucking joke.

On the other hand, I couldn't do nothing. If I did nothing, then I was choosing a suntan and a sexy outfit over my best friend. The awful empty feeling in my gut dug itself deeper. In the distance, someone was plucking away awkwardly at a ukulele.

Fuck it. We can work out the details later. I typed my command, and pressed 'enter' before I could think twice about it.

"Me and Alyssa Barnes will always be best friends, no matter what"

~ Da-ding! ~

"Minor change - Personal and Relationships". Okay. Two points for me, one for Alyssa. That made sense, this time, I guess. That would change her too. And... two more points to Alyssa. For a total of three. For some reason.

I fell back against the bench, letting out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. My arms fell limp beside me, phone held loosely in my right hand. my titanic breasts weighed reassuringly against my chest, barely constrained by the bikini's little strings.

Large-breasted girls often marveled at how easily I carried the weight. I never really thought about it.

I didn't feel any different. I was still anxious, still deeply worried about the way I'd apparently treated her, still in awe at the power in my hand. In the distance, someone was still plucking on a ukulele, a little more confidently now. I remembered Alyssa's lips against mine. I remembered that, because of me, she did that to everyone now.

I picked up my phone again, resting my arm on my mountain of tit flesh. Sure enough, she wasn't blocked anymore. Our text history went back years. Instead of meeting in high school, we'd been attached at the hip since... well, further back than I could tell. Not literally attached at the hip. I realized with a slight chill that probably was within the realm of possibility.

Scrolling back to March, Alyssa's hurtful barrage of texts was gone. In its place, after some messages about the wheres and whens of the meetup before the party and an "i'll be late, fixing my hair" and a "No youre not, rub it in why dont you >:(", was a screenshot from Alyssa's phone, a day later - a text message from a "Katy P."

What Katy had to say was: "heyyy just wanted to thank you and lori for showing me succh a good time last night... ;P hope i can see you again, anytime anywhere, lemme know, im yours".

This was followed by a photograph very tactically cropped to hide her face and show absolutely everything else. She was thin and pale, with tight little breasts with a barbell piercing in each nipple. The hand that wasn't taking the picture had a little tattoo of roses and thorns on the back of its slender wrist, and two fingers tucked away somewhere warm and wet... Damn. I'd used that angle myself a few times on my LonelyFans. I guess that's where she learned it.

Despite myself, I was getting a little hot, and not just from the weather. That was... weird.

After the screenshot, this timeline's Me had responded, "got her lol. happy birthday", and then," let me know when you want to play with our new toy. >:)"

Huh.