It Is Not Awesome

With the harsh light of the next morning streaming through her window, Lacy immediately found herself regretting her decision of the previous night. She stared at her closet, which not only had way less clothes in it, it had actually gotten smaller overnight. It occurred to her then that she had probably put entire industries out of business. What would happen to all of those people…or….had always happened?

The physics part of her brain was starting to go haywire. What was the App? Was she abusing it? Or should she just write “Nobody has wars” and see what happened? “Wars were never a thing.” Would that work?

She went back to her phone and scrolled through social media. All of her feeds were full of mostly naked women and girls of all ages, taking selfies, doing TikTok dances, even protesting for women’s rights in panties and nothing else. Including herself. Lacy cringed at her flat chest and flabby stomach on view for the entire world. She wanted to crawl into a hole.

No, she had to fix this. She opened the App back up and tried to delete the rule she had added the night before, but it stayed put. Then she typed “It’s totally normal for women to be fully dressed” and waited. She looked down at her breasts. Still bare.

After a couple of seconds, a message box popped up that just read “Error.” Lacy growled in frustration.

*****

The weather was actually pretty nice, but Lacy decided to wear a light jacket she found in the back of her newly-shrunk closet anyway. On her way to class, every girl she walked past had her breasts out, and they were all acting as if it were completely normal. And it was. God, this was nuts. Lacy soon realized that, by covering herself, she made herself stick out like a sore thumb.

Not to mention all of the people engaged in public sex acts, which by now almost seemed like old hat to her. Almost. She found Gretchen getting fucked by the football player just outside class again, just like the previous morning. This time, her perfect, bronze, D-cup tits were on full display, the flesh bouncing as the cock pounded into her. A lot less tan lines in this reality, Lacy guessed.

She barely avoided getting caught staring. Some part of her could have been attracted to Gretchen, sure. The girl was very hot, and you would have to be a hard Kinsey zero not to get turned on by seeing her naked and fucked. But a bigger part of her, Lacy realized, was jealous. She wanted to be the one orgasming while she was pounded against a wall, her tits bouncing.

Well, the first part, at least, seemed like it might be doable. The sex had been fine, but she really just wasn’t feeling it with Eric. Maybe it was time for a change? If she broke up with him, she could feel free to explore the world of getting banged in the hallway before class. But it also occurred to her that Eric had the App, too, and though he had promised not to use it, she wasn’t sure she knew him well enough to trust that. She herself hadn’t been able to resist the temptation, after all. If she broke up with him, who knew what kind of dumb shit he might do?

Looking around at all the other nearly-naked girls in class, Lacy decided that she was attracting even more attention by wearing the jacket than she would be without it, and shrugged it off onto the back of her chair. Her pink nipples perked up slightly upon exposure to the air conditioning. She had to admit, it felt at least a little freeing.

“Ahh, I needed that,” Gretchen sighed, as she fell into the seat next to Lacy. She looked over at her and continued, “It’s always easier to pay attention in class when I’ve just come.”

“Uh-huh,” mumbled Lacy, still trying not to stare.

Gretchen leaned over and put a sympathetic hand on her arm. “Oh, sorry, was that insensitive? I’m so dumb sometimes.”

Lacy turned toward the girl, blinking. “What?”

“Y’know, it’s just that you’re not… well, you’re not as physically gifted as I am,” Gretchen said, cringing slightly at how awkward she was being. “But that’s OK! I’m sure lots of guys are into that. And, you know, if you want to lose a few pounds, my sister just signed up for this thing where she gets these carb-free meals. I hear you both get a discount if she refers you.”

Lacy could feel her whole body, face and breasts, turning red. “I’ll think about it,” she said quietly. Then class started, thank God, though Lacy found she could barely concentrate.

By the time class ended, she was so worked up that just outside the classroom she turned to a random guy she didn’t know walking down the hallway in the opposite direction and blurted. “Hey! If I asked you to, would you have sex with me?”

His eyes sized her up in a split-second, then snorted. “Yeah, right. With those itty-bitty titties?” Then he turned and kept walking.

*****

Back at her apartment, Lacy opened the door to Chloe’s room without knocking. “Am I…”

She trailed off when she saw that her roommate had been lying on her bed, naked and moaning, a large wand vibrator applied to her clit. Christ, even the platinum blonde’s B-cups made her look so much better than Lacy, she thought. And she had shaved her pussy, too. Lacy didn’t know if that had always been true or if it was a new development, but finding out for certain made her suddenly self-conscious of her own slightly frizzy red bush, which had been threatening to peek out the top of her panties all day.

After watching for maybe half a second too long, Lacy cleared her throat to alert Chloe to her presence. The girl immediately cringed and sat up, quickly putting the vibrator on her end table. “Shit, Lace, what is wrong with you?”

Lacy was confused. Sure, this would have been super awkward before her recent changes with the App, but she thought that people seeing you have sex was fine now. Then it occurred to her, she had specifically written “having sex,” not “masturbating.” “Sex” apparently meant two people. Getting yourself off solo must still be considered a very private activity. So weird.

“I-I-I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I didn’t realize–”

“It’s fine,” Chloe said, quickly pulling her panties back on. “I should’ve locked the door. I just… Kelli’s out of town, and I haven’t gotten any in three days. I’m going a little stir crazy. I thought an orgasm might help me study.”

Three days? Lacy wasn’t stalking the girl or anything, but she did live with her, and she was fairly certain that the original version of Chloe hadn’t had sex in three months and she seemed perfectly fine. Then again, what with being pretty much naked all the time, and with sex acceptable in so many more situations, it made sense that this version of her friend was very used to much more frequent orgasms.

Lacy shook her head. “No, I’m sorry, I just had a… no, it’s stupid, I’ll go.”

“No, wait,” her roommate insisted. “What is it?”

“Well, you’re a lesbian, right?”

“Last time I checked.” Chloe gave a small smile.

Lacy bit her lip, hesitating. “Am I… fuckable? Like, if I was into girls, would you want to fuck me? Be honest.”

The blonde took a deep breath in, clearly surprised by this question. “I mean… you’re not not fuckable.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“No, I just… you’ve got a great… smile? Look, I think you’re really pretty, it’s just, well…”

“Pretty’s not the same as fuckable,” Lacy groused.

A few minutes later, Lacy lay on her own bed, doomscrolling on her phone while one of her favorite singers, Taylor Swift, played on her laptop. Except she didn’t recognize the song, which seemed to mostly be about how much Taylor's ex would miss her amazing tits now that they had broken up. Shit, even the music she liked was depressing now.

She had made the mistake of looking at the comments for some of the topless photos of her that were apparently all over the internet now. Many of them were fine, but there were always a few assholes commenting about why her chest was still so flat, or debating whether she could stand to lose a few pounds. The fact that the version of her from this reality had enough self-esteem to get this far was honestly amazing.

She opened the App and again tried to delete her most recent rule. Still nothing doing. She knew she shouldn’t have messed with the fabric of the time space continuum, or whatever was happening. She didn’t even know how the thing worked, or who had made it.

Still, she had to work with what she had. Was there something she could write that would make her less miserable, without changing what she had already written?

Listening to the next Taylor Swift track, this one including the line “When your cock's in my ass/It feels like summer rain,” an idea came to her. It was worth a shot, anyway.

She typed, “All women over the age of 18 have at least D-cup breasts, and it is ninety percent easier for women to stay in shape than it was before this rule was written. Most men and women generally treat women’s bodies with respect and avoid bodyshaming.” She hit the Return button.

She looked down, and for the first time in her life, as far as she could remember, Lacy had tits. Really nice ones, it seemed like from this angle. She scrambled to her feet and looked in her full-length mirror. Shit, she was hot. Like, really hot. And probably so was everyone else now, she realized, but that definitely seemed like a major improvement.

She ran a hand over her stomach, which was now flat as a board. She almost had abs, for pete’s sake! Slowly, her hand snaked lower, her fingers slipping into her panties.

Fuck physics, she could get used to this.