Always Pick "Retry" First

You shrug and hit the "R" key. More text scrolls onto the screen: "Scanning universe...42 bad sectors found. Attempting to fix using data from local files."

A list of filenames starts scrolling up the screen fast and furious. They all end in .jpg, and you realize that it's everything from your porn directory, everything from relatively tame Playboy pictorials to photo sets from more low-rent web sites that feature women playing with some interesting toys.

And then some .avi files come along in the list -- you've got mostly lesbo scenes, but there are a few hetero clips in there.

Then there are the .txt and .rtf files -- wank material, basically, that you've downloaded from various erotic story sites, and also some threads that you wrote for CHYOO that came straight out of your fantasies.

At the end of the list of files, "Reintegrating reality..." appears. Every few seconds, another period is added to the end. At about the time it gets to "Reintegrating reality.........," you scratch your head and wonder why your hair feels so thick all of a sudden. Come to think of it, something feels weird with your nails. You bring your hand in front of your face and watch as your fingernails lengthen in front of your eyes until they're about an inch long and perfectly manicured with white rounded tips -- and then, in the blink of an eye, it's as if an invisible hand has painted them pink.

You notice that your skin seems darker and the hair on the back of your hands has disappeared, and as you look down, you see that your chest seems to be bulging outward.

You run to the bathroom, the only place you've got a mirror, and snap on the light switch. Your hair has darkened and is growing longer by the second, your eyes have turned brown and changed shape, and your lips look strangely swollen and about the same color as your fingernails, but you focus on the one thing that's important to you. Your robe changes from terrycloth to silk almost at the same instant as you touch it, and elaborate colorful patterns appear on it as you hold it open. There's no longer any hair on your chest, and your areolae have darkened significantly around enlarged nipples that are erect and pushing outward as you watch. In the mirror, it looks like someone is pouring water into a pair of balloons. As you look down, it almost doesn't seem real that these things are attached to your chest. You give one a tentative lift from below with a forearm, and are a little surprised that it doesn't seem as heavy as it looks. That might partially explain why they're standing up and out so prominently that they look fake, but -- and you do a little massaging here -- they seem to be 100% real.

You realize you're in need of some relief, but as you undo the knot on your robe's sash and let it hang open, what you see in the mirror is the last of a patch of black hair receding into your skin above a dark-lipped slit that seems to be lubricated well enough that you can see it glistening in the bathroom light. You give the area a tentative poke with a fingernail and are rewarded with a jolt of pleasure. You close the lid on the toilet seat so you can sit down and explore further, tracing your labia and massaging your clit with one hand while gently tweaking a nipple with the other. It doesn't take too long before you have an electrifying orgasm, one which seems to involve all your pleasure nerves firing at once, from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet.

After a few minutes, when you can think straight again, you stand up on shaky legs. There's a puddle of clear fluid on the lid. You dip a finger in and give it a tentative sniff, then a taste -- and quickly wipe the liquid up with your entire palm so that you can lick it off your hand. It's a deliciously sweet taste that kind of reminds you of those almond cookies they serve at Chinese restaurants -- and you freeze as you look at yourself in the mirror. It suddenly hits you that you're now the real-life version of that last image you saw on your computer, the Asian schoolgirl with the "increased attractiveness" applied to her.

And then more changes begin.