Jerry to Jerri, pt 4

"Okay, get over here." Ryan hopped up on a barstool. He undid his fly and patted his leg for Jerri to come over. Jerri paused, then grabbed a rubber band from the cash register and pulled her hair into a pony tail as she walked around the bar to Ryan. She started to sit down, but Ryan smirked and pointed to the floor. It took Jerri a moment (she seemed more embarrassed than unwilling), but she complied.

"Okay, but Ryan, buddy, you understand I wanna suck your cock, but... I don't know how." Jerri waved her hands around in frustration. Ryan laughed. The older woman's look of stupefied despair looked cute, emphasized by her crows feet around her eyes and the widow's peak visible now that her greying hair was pulled back.

"Don't worry. We'll get there." Ryan reassured her. He held up the remote for Jerri to see. "Here's what we're going to do. You're going to tell me what changes will make you look like a cocksucking pornstar, and I'll make them. Then, when you look the part, I'll give you the skills. Okay?"

Jerri nodded, frantic.

"So?"

"So, first," Jerri took a breath and thought about it. She glanced at her arm pits. "Chicks are sanitary. We gotta shave and stuff, to be sexy."

Not strictly true, Ryan thought, but it was as good as start as any. He set the Retroactivity to be both physical and mental, so Jerri could benefit from a lifetime of grooming habits. Speaking of, he found a series of switches under Habits - more +/- toggles, which Ryan took to refer to the extent of commitment. He raised Jerri's "Shaving" attribute. Her armpit hair vanished first, then her pubes narrowed and shrank. He stop when Jerri had a neat landing strip of dark curly hair. He also raised her "Plucking" and noted with approval as Jerri's eyebrows shrank into elegant curves.

"Next?"

"Make-up. Girls look good with make-up. I need like, that kinda stand-out, really colorful stuff, you get me? The really red lips and the bright eyeshadow."

Make-up had a number of styles with +/- toggles. Ryan had never thought about make-up before himself, and the analytical part of his mind pondered the implication of mixing them to different degrees. But for simplicity's sake, he picked "Glam" and cranked it up. Color washed over Jerri's face. She gained apple red lipstick, thick black lashes, a hood of purple and green eyeshadow, and a smooth, caked look with a hint of pink blush.

"Looking good." Ryan said. Jerri beamed at the comment. He asked. "What next?"

"We gotta... I gotta look like one of those girls from porn, you said? Well, they got plastic surgery. I need plastic surgery."

Ryan found a section for "Cosmetic Procedures." "What kind of surgery are we talking, Jerri?"

"The women in porn, they got like, those tight faces and those injections in their lips to make'em puffy and thick, and y'know," Jerri gestured around her already sizeable bust. "Silicon tits. Really, really big silicon tits."

Ryan started with Botox. The skin on Jerri's face stiffened and pulled back, emphasizing her cheekbones and making her look younger. She grunted at the sensation. Next, Ryan gave lip filler. Her smile plumped up into artificial DSLs. Finally, Ryan gave Jerri implants. As the cc of silicon climbed, Jerri's already sizeable breasts jumped up and out, becoming firm melons that looked disproportionate on her already curvy figure, pushing out into a shelf that hid Jerri's lap from her and spilling out to either side.

"Woah." Jerri hefted the mega-tits by scooping her arms together. They made an impressive canyon of cleavage. "I think we're getting somewhere."

"I think we are." Ryan fished out his erection. He stroked it for Jerri to see. She starred at it like a dog on Thanksgiving. Ryan looked for what described sexual skills on the remote. "Let's pop that cocksucking cherry."