A teen girl

Your reflection is that of a 19 years old girl. You wouldn't dare call yourself pretty but you don't feel honest about saying the opposite. You would fall in the category in-between : not ugly, but not a hot bombshell either. You've got a nice face but you always were too lazy to put on any make-up. For the rest, you thought it was kind of unremarkable : 5'4" tall, shoulder length brown hair, green eyes, B-cup breasts, slender figure, small butt. You never put too much effort in looking better or improving your physique because of, well, the laziness. You were still depilating on a regular basis, though, firstly because you hated hair, but also because you had one night stands from time to time, met at the bar mostly.

You were only 19, but already had a lot of sexual experience. You had two boyfriends, the relationships lasted for a year each. You were still in good terms with both of your exes but "the love had died out" as they say... The truth is, you were never really in love with them. They proposed to you, you said yes more because of the excitment of being in a relationship than because you had fallen for them. To be perfectly frank you really liked sex, too. You loved sex actually, you were not a nympho, because a nympho is obsessed with sex but doesn't derive any pleasure from it : you derived a ton of pleasure from it. You just had quite the libido : a problem in this modern society. A society in which everything you do is watched by your peers through social media. Letting the world know that you had a high libido and you would instantly be shamed for being a slut by the other girls, guys would hit on you with sleazy comments non stop... No. You were almost absent from social media as you always saw that as an ode to narcissism, all those people, cultivating an image of themselves that they want others to see and to believe to be them. Even with being realtively laconic on those platforms, you still decided to be discreet and to take it onto yourself not to have too many sexual encounters and the one night stands were, in the end, very few and far between. Not like you'd get hit on every time you went out : again, kind of unremarkable. What happened was that you would quench all that horniness with porn. A lot of porn. And a dildo, your most loyal friend.

The best thing that could happen for you would be to find a man, super sexy, super handsome, who'd have at least the same libido as you did and would fuck your brains out all the time... Oh, you miss the embrace of a man, a strong pair of hands caressing, kneading your body... You love everything about the male body, its hardness, its smell... You even love how a cock smells, it drives you crazy, how it tastes too, and the taste of cum... Ok, maybe that part isn't normal, maybe you are a sex freak. After all you had already tried a lot more things than your friends : anal, deepthroating, etc, and you loved it all ! Still, with such a man, you wouldn't have to watch out for what people would think, and you wouldn't have to satisfy yourself all the time. But, you know what they say about those guys... They're either already taken or are gay... And even if you met one, he would be above your league... You looked at yourself again. Maybe if you went to the gym and trained to have a bigger butt, fixed that habit of not putting any make-up, wore some more fashion clothes, you could get 2 to 3 more points out of 10. You'd really like that and you know that you could do it, no problem. But you also know yourself at this point, and you know that this is just wishfull thinking, that you will be too lazy to actually commit when you'll have to. "What a pathetic weasel", you thought... "If only I had some kind of power to cheat with my life..." and with that, your thoughts were taken back to the fantasy you were having in bed a few minutes ago... "What if it was real ?" You looked at your reflection, and with only the faintest hope, asked out loud "would you rather have a nice round butt or keep that flat ass ?". For some reason, you answered yourself : "Of course I'd rather have the nice butt". And as soon as you were finished talking, you saw your butt getting bigger and rounder. It stopped, and you looked at it in the mirror, your brain still not processing what had just happened. Then, the emotions started to arise, joy, confusion, wonder, fear. What was that ? It worked ? How ? "Ok, calm down" you said out loud, gently tapping your cheeks. "If that dream was real, then I can do pretty much anything I want..." That is... Wonderfull ! You felt an overwhelming excitment, your thoughts were jostling with each other, about what to do next, what to change, how to ask questions, what to prioritize etc...

You slowly processed all of that. Ok, top priority was safety. "Would you rather be immortal, and immune to diseases and aging or be invicible ?" you opted for the former, although, were those options really different ? Well yes, actually, by a fair bit. "Would you rather have your capacity to speak to be unalterable by any mean or be able to speak to people telepathically?" Again, you opted for the former. The goal here was to ensure that you'd always be able to keep your ability to use your powers, but with the latter, you wouldn't be able to ask yourself anything if you were to be physically silenced, only others. That left one possible weakness to cover. "Would you rather have everyone compelled to listen to what you say attentively or would you rather have the 'would you rather' questions you ask to people to always be heard clearly by them no matter what ?" This time, you opted for the latter, as you didn't want to have everyone always listening to you, actually.

Then, you needed to do something about the perception of the changes you'd make with the powers... "Would you rather have everyone other than you be oblivious to any change happening due to your powers and to any connections they might have with you or having everyone other than you forget that you asked a question as well as their answer if your question started with 'would you rather' ?" Tough one... The first option seemed safer so you went for it.

You then went on a spree of transforming questions, you gave yourself a slightly taller body, longer and more beautifull hair, always ultra smooth hairless perfect skin, big really natural looking D-cup breasts (you were immune to back pain anyway), an incredible hourglass figure, plumper lips, just nice looking, not like bimbo plastic lips. You then looked at your new you and felt hotter. You were getting horny, so the next transformations you did were all about sex. You were always annoyed how uncomfortable a sore throat is after a deepthroat : you made it so that your throat could accommodate anything without any discomfort and, by the way, made it as erogenous as your pussy and did the same with your ass that you also made self lubricating. You made your holes able to stretch without pain, and always remain tight and lubricated (you now produced at least thrice as much love juice than a regular woman). You increased your sensitivity, the strength and duration of your orgasms and made what you thought might be a really nice improvement : If the stimulation continues during orgasm, the orgasm's strength will keep getting higher too, you made yourself immune to addiction and any form of mental dammage afterwards as you feared you'd lose your mind with this one, but now, you were dying to try it out. And you didn't want to ever have to use a dildo again. "Sorry little buddy, thanks for all these moments" you said out loud, while looking at your loyal sex toy, with some sort of nostalgia, "it's more than time to...