Alex executes the first step of his plan (w/ images)

Alex's fingers twitched with excitement as he stared at his computer screen, the Wikipedia page for the Florida Institute of Technology open in front of him.

"Time to make some changes," he muttered, his lips curling into a grin. He rubbed his crotch absently as he scanned the page, scrolling past the boring stuff—the history, the rankings, the academic information. His eyes landed on the opening paragraph:

• Florida Institute of Technology (Florida Tech or FIT) is a private research university in Melbourne, Florida. The university comprises four academic colleges: Engineering & Science, Aeronautics, Psychology & Liberal Arts, and Business. Approximately half of Florida Tech's students are enrolled in the College of Engineering & Science.

Alex had something else in mind—something far more devious, a twisted fantasy of an elite institution brimming with spoiled, rich young women. He envisioned halls echoing with the click of high heels, girls preoccupied with their beauty, completely oblivious to the lurking predator who had reshaped their world. He could almost smell the expensive perfume, see the indulgent smiles, the clueless vanity. Alex's fingers, slick with snack grease, moved over the keyboard, his mind racing with a mix of arousal and power as he typed, the anticipation making his breath come in heavier spurts.

• Florida Institute of Technology (Florida Tech or FIT) is a private university in Melbourne, Florida, that shifted its focus to fashion and modeling studies in 2020 due to the COVID-19 pandemic. The university comprises four academic colleges: Fashion Design & Merchandising, Modeling & Aesthetics, Psychology & Liberal Arts, and Business. Approximately three-quarters of Florida Tech's students are enrolled in the College of Modeling & Aesthetics.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at his handiwork with a satisfied smirk. He could almost see the college girls now, strutting around campus in their tight designer outfits, sweating under the Florida sun, oblivious to the eyes watching them, waiting for the perfect moment.

But he was only halfway done. Alex scrolled down to the section about student demographics, licking his lips as he read the original description.

• In fall 2021, Florida Tech enrolled 4,453 students at the main campus; 1,240 at off-campus locations; and 3,623 online for a total of 9,316 students. The male to female ratio in the student body was 69:31. 82% of all students came from the United States, 38% of students were from Florida and 16% of all students came from other countries. In 2020, the average combined Critical Reading and Math SAT score of incoming freshmen at the undergraduate level of Florida Tech was 1232.

Alex couldn't help but laugh. It was just too easy to get what he wanted.

• In fall 2021, Florida FIT enrolled 7,453 students at the main campus; 1,050 at off-campus locations; and 3,623 online for a total of 12,316 students. The male to female ratio in the student body was 31:69. 38% of all students were from Florida and 62% of all students came from other countries, with a significant percentage from East Asia, including Japan, South Korea, and China. In 2020, the average combined Critical Reading and Math SAT score of incoming freshmen at the undergraduate level of Florida FIT was 1020.

Alex leaned back, a sly smile spreading across his face as he admired the new version. He could picture it—an entire campus transformed, filled with the kind of young women who exuded wealth, entitlement, and naïveté. They would walk across the sunlit lawns of the Florida campus, oblivious to the unseen influence that had reshaped their reality. The thought of it all made his pulse quicken, the sense of power intoxicating.

He imagined the ripple effect these changes would have on Melbourne, Florida. The local economy would shift, with luxury boutiques, spas, and cafes springing up to cater to the influx of wealthy international students. The once-quiet town would become a stylish hub, buzzing with social events and exclusive fashion shows. The entire city would adapt to meet the desires of this new elite population, appearances suddenly mattering more than anything else.

"Perfect," Alex whispered, his voice tinged with satisfaction. The halls would be filled with confident, self-absorbed girls, blissfully unaware that they were living in a fantasy of his making. They would strut in their designer clothes, gossiping and laughing, unaware of the strings that controlled their world. That ignorance gave him an edge—an advantage that was almost too delicious to bear.

He even considered how the university staff might change. Some professors would eagerly embrace the shift, lured by connections to a glamorous industry, while others would leave, unable to reconcile their values with the transformation. New faculty, more interested in status and followers than education, would arrive, maintaining the illusion. The administration, hungry for prestige, would welcome the wealthy international students without a second thought.

He hit "Save" on the Wikipedia page, feeling a thrill of excitement run through him. It was a small action, but the consequences were massive. He closed his eyes, imagining himself walking through the campus, blending into the crowd, unseen but omnipresent. His world was taking shape, step by step.

Alex's smirk only widened as he realized the full extent of what he'd done. Maybe the changes had already taken effect—after all, he had edited the timeline to claim the shift had happened in 2020. For the past few years, the institution had been churning out graduates more concerned with designer labels than academic achievements.

Alex murmured, his voice filled with determination. "My playground is ready."

Alex sat in his chair, staring at the screen for what felt like forever, the thrill of his edit still washing over him. But sitting there in his mom's apartment, surrounded by the same four walls that had closed in on him for years, he needed something more. He needed proof. Proof that his changes had truly taken effect—that the campus, and perhaps even the entire town, was now shaped to match his twisted fantasy.

He pushed back his chair and stood up abruptly, almost tripping over the pile of dirty laundry next to his desk. He ignored it, his mind on something far more important. He had to see it all for himself. He hurried to his bedroom door, grabbing a hoodie from the chair and slipping it over his head as he left his room. He could hear the empty silence of the apartment, knowing his mom and sister were out of the house.

He took the stairs down to the street two at a time, his worn-out sneakers barely making a sound as he hit the pavement. The bus stop wasn't far, and it was his only option—he didn't have his license, thanks to his mom's constant nagging. It wasn't his fault the driving test was rigged against him. And honestly, why bother? It wasn't like he needed a car when everything important was online. Still, his mom wouldn't let it go. She acted like it was his fault for failing. As if. The bus stop was deserted, and Alex tapped his foot impatiently, muttering under his breath as he stared down the road for the bus. It felt like forever before it finally arrived, the doors hissing open with a mechanical wheeze.

Alex grunted as he shelled out some change, ignoring the driver who gave him a disapproving look. He shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets and trudged to the back of the bus, slumping down into a seat and staring out the window. The bus lurched forward, and he let out a sigh, his eyes darting around the nearly empty bus.

The passengers were as unremarkable as he expected. An old man sat near the front, staring vacantly out the window, his wrinkled face reflecting years of a monotonous routine. A woman in her thirties sat with a toddler, trying to keep the kid from wailing too loudly. There was a teenager further up, earphones on, hood pulled up, nodding to music only he could hear. Alex's eyes skimmed over them all—just ordinary people leading their ordinary, pointless lives.

The bus rolled along Babcock Street, passing rows of tired-looking strip malls and run-down convenience stores. Nothing seemed to have changed. The anxiety in Alex's chest began to rise. What if none of it worked? What if all the power he thought he had was just an illusion, a fantasy conjured by his **** mind? He shifted in his seat, his fingers fidgeting in his pockets as he stared out the window, watching the town slide by.

They passed a Starbucks café, normally bustling with college girls, but today it was practically empty. Alex frowned. There were usually groups of them—chatting, giggling, sipping on overpriced lattes. It must have been a slow shift or something. He huffed, shifting in his seat, his eyes moving back to the window. This wasn’t the proof he needed.

The bus continued along Babcock Street, rolling past a small park where a few kids played on a rusted jungle gym, their laughter barely audible over the noise of the bus engine. Nothing seemed different here—just the same bleak suburban sprawl that had always made up his reality. He clenched his jaw, a scowl darkening his features. He needed to see something, anything that proved his changes were real.

Then he saw her. Walking alone through the park was a cute Asian girl, her skin glistening slightly in the hot afternoon sun. She wore a light pink flower bikini, the straps digging into her shoulders, her toned stomach exposed, glistening with sweat. Her bright red lips contrasted with her pale skin, her short brown hair framing her face perfectly. She had braces that sparkled in the sunlight and thin, stylish glasses perched on her nose. Her chest was massive, the bikini top struggling to contain her, each step making her breasts bounce slightly. She wasn't carrying a phone or anything—just walking, as if she had nowhere in particular to be, her eyes taking in her surroundings.

Alex's eyes widened, his pulse quickening. She was hot! Or maybe cute? It was confusing. But whatever it was, he liked it.

She was eating a snack—a thin stick, dipped in chocolate, that she took slow bites of, her lips parting around it as she walked. It looked foreign, something he couldn't name, but it didn't matter. She was there, right in front of him, her smooth skin shining with a light sheen of sweat, her movements almost hypnotic. The combination of her braces, glasses, and those pouty lips was enough to send a thrill through him. The massive knockers helped too. She looked innocent, and yet, there was something undeniably sexy about her—the way her massive chest moved with each step, the way her lips wrapped around the chocolate stick.

His eyes roamed over her, taking in every detail, his eyes glued to her as the bus rolled by. This was the proof he needed.

The bus moved on, and Alex **** himself to lean back, his heart pounding in his chest. He could already see the changes spreading—the town shifting to match his twisted vision. He glanced around the bus, a smug smile playing on his lips. They had no idea. None of them did. He was reshaping the world, and they were just living in it.

The bus continued down New Haven Avenue, and Alex's eyes remained fixed on the passing streets. As they moved further, he noticed another change—a boutique that hadn't been there before. The storefront was sleek and modern, the mannequins in the window dressed in designer clothes that looked out of place in this sleepy town. A couple of girls stood outside, chatting animatedly, their outfits just as stylish as the ones in the window. Alex grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him. The world was changing, and he was the one making it happen.

Further along, they passed a salon—its windows bright with neon lights, a sign advertising beauty treatments in both English and Korean. Alex's eyes widened, his grin growing. More signs. More proof that his edits were real. The town was transforming, becoming exactly what he wanted it to be—a haven for the rich, beautiful, and oblivious.

Next, they passed a newly opened boba tea shop, its sign adorned with bright pastel colors and cute cartoon characters. The window showed a line of young women—mostly Asian—giggling and chatting as they waited for their drinks. They wore trendy outfits, short skirts, and crop tops, their makeup flawless, their hair styled to perfection. Alex's grin widened as he watched them through the window, the sight of the girls sipping on their colorful drinks filling him with a sense of triumph. This was exactly what he wanted—his fantasy world slowly coming to life, one shop, one girl at a time.

Finally, the bus neared the university area, and Alex's anticipation grew. He could see the buildings of Florida FIT in the distance, the campus sprawling across acres of carefully manicured lawns. The bus slowed to a stop, and Alex stood, making his way to the front and stepping off, his heart pounding with excitement. He paused for a moment, taking in the view.

The campus looked different—even from a distance, he could see the changes. Groups of students lounged on the grass, their laughter carrying across the breeze. He could see them—girls in short skirts, their bodies moving with an ease and confidence that made his pulse quicken. He took a deep breath, his lips curling into a smirk.

This was it. His creation, his vision brought to life. And now, it was time to explore. Alex shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets and started walking, his eyes scanning every inch of the campus, eager to see what else had changed.