He alters Lisa

Why miss out on this chance to really make Lisa into his dream woman? Robby cracked his knuckles and went to work with the editor.

It turned out to be surprisingly user-friendly. Robby figured that the key's magic had "updated" the software so that it had changed from a 1985 DOS program into a modern program with an advanced GUI.

His first change to Lisa seemed, to him, like a no-brainer. In the movie, Gary had spouted some mumbo-jumbo about risking a sprained thumb if her breasts were too big, but that was mainly a way of explaining why two horny teenage males would create a woman with Kelly LeBrock's modestly sized rack. That wasn't a problem for Robby, so he clicked the "breast size" slider bar and moved it off 34B. He watched, amazed, as the photo-realistic model of Lisa on his screen changed as he slid the number back and forth. He briefly contemplated giving her a pair of beach balls -- apparently quite possible -- but eventually settled for a pair that would be only slightly unrealistic, not hampering her movement too much. He released the slider at 36G, and a window popped up offering some tweaking functions; he adjusted elasticity, heft, areola size, and several others, finally satisfied with the pair of extremely obvious tits that would proudly sit on her chest, bouncing and sagging just barely enough to prove they were natural.

Another relic of 1985 was the carpet of brown between Lisa's thighs -- its length neatly trimmed, but covering a wide area. Robby found the "hair" options and first looked at a landing strip, but not quite satisfied, chose to eliminate her pubic hair entirely, permanently. He was a little surprised to find that the settings showed her to already be permanently bereft of body hair on her legs, under her arms -- in fact, everywhere.

As long as he was in the hair section, he eliminated the tight curls from the hair on her head, changing it to a wavy brunette mane that reached almost to her ass. She had a different hairstyle in every scene of the movie, he figured, so she can magically change it anyway if she doesn't like it.

The rest of her body looked pretty good; he definitely didn't want to alter her beautiful face. He clicked on the "mind" options and saw her IQ in the mid-200s. The thought of making Lisa into a bimbo crossed his mind, but then he realized that, no, if he'd wanted a bimbo, or even someone with a mid-100s IQ level similar to his, he could have used the key on any number of other movies or TV shows.

In the movie, Wyatt had broken into some kind of government or military database computer in order to supply Lisa with knowledge. Robby wanted to make sure her knowledge was up to date, and so he tried opening the web browser "favorites" folder and dragging a link to Wikipedia into the editor window. Instead of a graphic showing that her brain was receiving more facts, though, what popped up was the notice "Internet Connection Established - Lisa Now Permanently Linked." Robby whistled at that; that would certainly make things easier. Of course, hopefully she'd make use of her super genius IQ to discount any conspiracy theories and other weird stuff that was out there.

Wondering what would happen, he dragged his "porn" folder to the editor window, happy that all of his personal files appeared to have made the transition when his computer was magically transformed. He knew, obviously, that she'd be able to find plenty of it on the Internet, but he assumed this would help keep it in the forefront of her brain.

This time, the graphic showed little snippets of the contents of the folder being downloaded into Lisa. A tattooed blonde doing it doggie-style. A Latina holding a thick cock in a hand with long pink fingernails. A brunette taking it in the ass. Two girls wearing the remnants of schoolgirl outfits getting a facial from one guy. A voluptuous black woman in nothing but clear platform heels, dancing around a brass pole. An Asian sticking out her tongue to reveal a silver barbell through it.

Once the download had stopped, Robby had an erection straining against his jeans. He quickly decided he was satisfied with the changes to Lisa, and jabbed at his mouse button to click "Create."

A progress bar appeared on the screen, and it was only then that Robby remembered that, in the movie, Wyatt and Gary had somehow hooked a Barbie doll up to the computer. He hadn't seen any weird connector cables lying around, and he didn't have any Barbies anyway, so he hoped it wasn't necessary now that things had been upgraded.

It did seem to be going better than it had in the movie -- there was no lightning swirling around, no strange events, no loud noises, just a progress bar counting up, fairly quickly. Once it got to 98%, he held his breath, and when it hit 100%, his door slammed shut.

Startled by the sudden noise, he barely had time to remember what happened in the movie, duck under his desk, and hold his hands over his ears before the door exploded inward, showering his bedroom with shards of wood.

She'll magically fix it, he had to remind himself, but then turned his attention to the hallway past the mangled remnants of the door. Just as in the movie, a strange pink light shone through a fog, and as he felt his heart pounding in his chest, a figure emerged.

It was Lisa, exactly as he'd altered her on his computer, wearing an outfit that he recognized from one of the clips he'd downloaded into her brain -- a red halter top that barely contained her overripe honeydew melon-sized breasts, a red ruffled skirt that only barely disguised the thong beneath it, and a matching pair of red shoes with 4-inch platforms and 8-inch heels. Her face was thickly painted with porn-star makeup, which he hadn't expected -- her lips glossy, her eyeshadow bright, her eyelashes long and dark.

She stood in the doorway and looked down at him where he still sat under the desk. "Well," she said in a British accent, the sexy voice sending a chill down his spine, "what would you like to do to me first?"