Oh, right, to see Casey!

Your train of thought slowly pulls into the station after a solid thirty seconds of standing there vapidly drooling on yourself. Oh, right, you still need to get ready for your hangout with Casey!

Your boobs jiggle quake even in your well-fit bra as you pull out some of the totally cute stuff you have in your closet thanks to reality changing. You waste no time pulling out the lowest-cut tank top in the dresser, followed by a pair of ripped denim booty shorts and a cropped jacket. You pull on the outfit and it squeezes to your body for dear life, even the tank top showing some belly as it only goes halfway down to your shorts. You grab a pair of thigh highs that match your jacket and pull on some hi-top converse to finish off the look, stuffing your phone in one of the barely-there pockets of your shorts, grabbing a cute sparkly purse before striking a pose in front of your mirror.

'Gawd, I look so *sexy* like this... and that look on my face is totes adorbs!' You think, looking at vacant eyes and lips parted so delicately as to drool onto your own cleavage. You admire your hot face, playing with your bottom lip while your other hand softly gropes and fondles at your huge melons. You feel euphoric, and you end up drooling and fondling yourself for easily five minutes.

'Um, oh right, Casey!' You realize, rushing out of your room. "Mama, Papa, I'm gonna go chill with Case!" You call to two echoes of approval, and rush out to your amazing car. You almost have to stop and squeal at the sight of it, your heart fluttering in your chest at such a sexy car belonging to you.

You slide in like you've done it thousands of times before, not even thinking twice about how easy it is as you drive to pick up Casey. After all, you like, wished for it with the site or whatever. It'd make no sense if you sucked at driving!

'I should like, tell Case about the app.' After all, Casey's had your back for years through thick and thin, not to mention all the boys you can remember making out with in this altered reality. You've got lots of power to go around and if you can trust anyone it's gotta be her!

When you arrive at Casey's house to pick her up, you hide the flash of pity you feel at how plain she looks with a big bubbly smile and the wobble of your tits. She's a bit of a shorty, but still taller than you are now, with plain un-layered brown hair, cute olive skin, and brown eyes. She's wearing a totally basic oufit: just a plaid jacket with leggings and a tank top.

It's just your fit, but worse.

"No makeup today?" Casey asks, and you perk up.

"Oops, I totally forgot, but watch this, girl!" You beam, pulling out your phone and turning it so she can see as you open the app. She makes a noise of curiosity but you're too busy typing to acknowledge it.

{ I've always got like, the perfect amount of makeup on and look sexy af. }

You feel a buzz over your face and thrive in the awestruck expression of your friend as your face is perfectly contoured by makeup, your dark lipstick applied perfectly and complimented by generous but expertly done eyeshadow and eyeliner.

"What the- Sarah, what the fuck was that?" Casey asks with a slack jaw. What do you tell her? Or do you promise to tell her later when you're at the mall?