Go out in the morning

Ultimately, Jackie decided to show herself off to the world, let them see her new self. She was already getting aroused by the idea of walking around outside looking as she did, drinking in everyone's incredulous stares, smiling as her changes to the law meant that they could do nothing to stop her.

Unfortunately, it was almost sunset, which meant that if she were to go outside now, people wouldn't be able to appreciate her full magnificence--and might inadvertently stomp on or trip over her tail. But she was too eager to go out to spend hours waiting for dawn.

A solution, however, quickly presented itself as her mind once again combed the data it stored. She'd already proven that she could manipulate space; it should be just as simple to manipulate time.

In ten hours, she knew, it would be well past dawn, people would be outside, and her appearance would have maximum impact psychologically. She also knew she didn't need to sleep, nor did she feel any particular desire to do so. She did, however, know she needed to get herself off; she was afraid of what she might do if she went outside feeling as aroused as her stiff nipples, aching cock, and sopping pussy clearly showed that she was.

She didn't, however, know how long it would take to bring herself to climax properly, so she decided to manipulate time in two ways, though first she took the precaution of demanding of the near-future that it not involve anyone attempting to disturb her. History, despite being unwritten, nonetheless acquiesced to her whim, as had everything else.

First, she ordered time to accelerate except inside her bedroom. As she looked out her window, the sun set so rapidly that were it not for Jackie's enhanced vision, she wouldn't have even seen it go down, and from her perspective, only seconds later it rose, dawn breaking over the horizon into full morning light. Ten hours elapsed in what felt for Jackie like no more than five seconds.

And at the instant that those ten hours were up, Jackie's second command took effect, and outside her room, time screeched to a complete standstill.

Taking advantage of the instant she'd stretched to infinity, Jackie grew four more arms, made her hair prehensile, and proceeded to thoroughly relieve her mounting arousal.

As she lingered in her post-orgasmic afterglow, time still not passing for any other being, a thought occurred to her.

Given everything she'd done, there was no longer any meaningful way in which the term "human" could be applied to her.

For that matter, given that fundamental aspects of reality itself seemed to be nothing more than petty nuisances for her, it wouldn't be fair even to use a term like "superhuman" to describe her.

No, she concluded, there was really only one term as currently understood by humans that might be able to describe what she now knew she was: Goddess.

It occurred to her briefly that she could simply redefine words as she wished. She chuckled at the thought of giving "Jackie" the same meaning currently ascribed to "Goddess"--after randomly renaming everyone else currently named Jackie, or other such related names, anyway. Even as she thought it, she could feel her irresistible mind just needing one final push to reach across all of space and time and work the change, but she stopped herself short.

Even if she was a goddess, not just in the ancient mythological sense but quite possibly--in fact, she amended, quite probably--an all-powerful one, did that give her the right to interfere with history and humanity on such a scale? What would happen, for instance, to the old saw about a "jack of all trades" being a "master of none"? That thought prompted another chuckle as she idly considered making "Jackie of all trades" an idiom for "omnipotent Goddess".

Ultimately, though, she decided that she didn't want to make such large-scale changes. The ideas might be amusing, arousing, or both, but not really all that interesting to her. What appealed to her much more was doing things on a more personal level, just her with another person, maybe a few others. And anyway, even though she knew she wasn't human any more--perhaps had never been--she still didn't feel as if she had the right to alter humanity wholesale.

Focusing her thoughts on a segment of her long wall, a door appeared, already open, looking out to the same view as she'd get from the house's front door. Of course, anyone looking in just saw the front hall, and only she could get back directly into her room. She also ensured that if anyone else were to take a peek into her room, they'd see her old one, not her real one with a snake tail she knew would take quite some time to fully uncurl.

Jackie stepped out into the morning light, walked down to the sidewalk fully naked, and smiled as she took in the sight of people stopping and staring.