Male Owner: Testing, Testing- 1, 2, 3

I sat in my room, tapping a foot on the floor. I watched as my image in the mirror shifted. My 5'4", fat ass frame grew muscular and fit even as it literally grew. It was trippy, seeing how my bones moved like liquid beneath my skin and stubble grew to replace the acne on my chin.

The legs beneath thickened, putting on muscle. As they did, my pants shifted in size to match. The chair I was on kept moving up without me having to do anything, just to accommodate my growing height. Eventually, the ugly duckling in the mirror became a handsome man. I could win most handsome man of the year, if I wanted. Hell, why not.

A Time's Magazine issue appeared in front of me, and I was on the cover. Most handsome, and all it took was a little ownership of the world! Whoop whoop!

Apparently, I was still jobless though. It was kinda surprising, even to me, that I was able to get the magazine to put me on the cover despite my obscurity. I didn't want to be on it to begin with, so I undid that change.

Then I made myself immortal, and made it so that I didn't require food. Money was basically irrelevant, so I could avoid work like I always had.

Now, I could spend all my time doing whatever I wanted.