Press 'Apply to Reality' and watch Mrs. Chen transform

Your thumb descends. The button depresses with a satisfying haptic buzz.

The screen flashes brilliant pink, then displays a single word: "PROCESSING."

Through Mrs. Chen's window, nothing happens for a long moment. She turns a page of her book, adjusting her reading glasses. Your heart hammers against your ribs.

Then it begins.

Her hand freezes mid-motion. The book tumbles from her lap. Mrs. Chen's body goes rigid in the chair, back arching as if electricity is coursing through her. You can see her mouth opening in what might be a gasp or a scream - no sound reaches you through the glass.

Her gray hair darkens first, the color bleeding out from the roots like ink in reverse. The curlers pop off one by one, clattering to the floor as the hair lengthens, cascading down past shoulders that are already reshaping themselves. Platinum blonde now, growing longer still, those pink streaks manifesting like neon paint.

Her face - god, her face is shifting like clay. The wrinkles smooth away, decades erasing themselves in seconds. Her features sharpen, restructure, cheekbones lifting, jaw narrowing. Her lips swell obscenely large, pushing outward until they're pillowy and pornographic. Even from here you can see her skin tightening, age spots vanishing, taking on that golden tan the prompt specified.

Her body is next. The floral nightgown strains as her frame compresses and expands in impossible directions. Her hunched posture straightens, spine realigning with audible pops you can't hear but somehow imagine. Her chest swells forward, breasts inflating like balloons beneath the cotton fabric. The nightgown tears at the seams as those massive tits push outward, completely disproportionate to her rapidly shrinking waist.

The fabric disintegrates. For a moment she's naked - young, impossibly curved, like a porn star mid-scene. Then reality catches up. A tight pink crop top materializes across those huge breasts, the word "BIMBO" stretched across the fabric in glittery letters. Tiny jean shorts appear on her lower half, barely covering anything.

The entire process takes maybe thirty seconds. When it's done, a young Asian woman stands in Mrs. Chen's living room, looking around with wide, confused eyes. She catches sight of herself in a mirror on the wall and squeals with delight, rushing over to examine her reflection. Her hands immediately go to her breasts, squeezing them experimentally, then to her hair, running fingers through the platinum length.

"Omgggg Marcus you DID IT!" Candy's message explodes across your screen. "Look at her! She's so fucking HOT now! And she has no idea she was ever old! Her whole life just got rewritten! Isn't that so yummy? "

Through the window, the transformed Mrs. Chen is now taking selfies with a phone that definitely looks more expensive than anything the old woman would have owned. She's pouting at the camera, pushing her tits together, completely absorbed in her new reality.

"I bet she's gonna come knock on your door tomorrow in one of her slutty outfits!" Candy continues. "She lives right next door after all! And her bimbo brain is gonna make her want attention SO bad! This is just the beginning, Marcus! Who should we transform next? "