Horny Dorothy

“Stupid dust.” Dorothy muttered while exploring the attic of her new home. She had cleaned the house her uncle left her in his will. Well, not her, but the only surviving family member left that didn’t hate him. She didn’t really know him, but he must have felt they had a lot in common. Mainly what she found in most of the boxes.

“More porn?” She asked the air while opening another box.

She took out a magazine from the top and opened it.

“It seems we’ve hit the bush era.” Dorothy said while looking at the centerfolds hairy twat. She dropped it back in the box.

Maneuvering between a giant boom box and an old hi-fi speaker caused her hip to knock over covered lamp. It also exposed an old square computer box.

“I hope there is actually a computer in there and not more porn.”

She cut open the box and did indeed find a computer. It looked like a single unit made my Macintosh. Dorothy reached down and picked up the surprisingly light devise and placed it on an old desk.

“No markings. The box only shows the picture too. I’ll check it later.”

Dorothy spent the rest of the morning going through her uncles things. Throwing out any magazine with its pages stuck together and deciding what to toss or keep.

At midday, she came down the stairs with the bulky computer in her arms and put it on the kitchen dining room table. She was covered with dirt and grime from the attic, sticking to her sweaty skin. As always, Dorothy cleaned in the nude.

“Time for a shower.”

The dark haired beauty used the guest bathroom to shower as the master bath didn’t work. It took a great deal of scrubbing to get it all off.

When done, she toweled off, hung it up to dry, and walked in her skin to have some lunch. She also plugged in the weird computer.

After downing a turkey on rye, she switched on the computer.

“World Processor, huh. There’s just a list of lines on a screen listing Uncle Doug’s weird fantasies and some functions at the top. Wait. I remember hearing rumors of some of these events.”

‘He did have three wives with no legal repercussions. And this line at the top about being taller. I’m sure I saw pictures of him shorter too. Ew, a foot long shlong?’

‘Don’t know about his dick, but these seem to be wishes or something. Although some sound more like facts and. Know a few are history.’

‘What do the functions do? F1 Help, F2 Find, F3 Font Type and Size, F4 User History.’

There were only four function keys. Dorothy hit the F4 key and three names came up.

“Wow! How did you get this from Stephen Gary Wozniak, Uncle Doug? Doug Miriam?,,,Gale? At least you weren’t named Dorothy. Stupid OZ jokes.” She muttered.

“Here we go. New User.”

She typed her name, Dorothy Gale. The screen went blank, then went back to the original screen now erased of info.

“Pfft. It’s probably a joke computer anyway.”

‘Might as well play along, since I’m bored.’

Dorothy Gale becomes a super horny lesbian.

“That’s one way to get over men.” She laughed and pressed enter.

Are you sure? Note: Effects cannot be reversed without having negative consequences for doing so. Y/N

Dorothy pressed the Y key.