Amanda's morning

The next morning, sensing a disturbance around her, the tall, slender woman sat bolt upright. She looked around and patted herself down.

"Oh look. Nothing changed," she said to herself, mocking the universe, almost disappointed that the bizarre app hadn't lived up to anything mysterious.

"Don't be so sure!" A high pitched, male voice appeared from nowhere.

She jumped out of her skin and looked around. Sitting at her desk was a tiny man in an emerald suit. He must have been under three foot tall. He turned around on her cheap desk chair.

"What the eff? Who the hell are you?! Why are you in my house?!"

"Why, I'm your appointed attractiveness counselor!"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Did you not make a wish yesterday?" He looked at his paperwork, confused.

She felt confused. "I -- I mean, I guess I di--"

"Good, well, I'm on the clock so no time to lose! Before we continue, there's something I need to tell you, and I need you to take it very seriously. My job is attractiveness, so I'm an authority on it. Everyone is beautiful in their own way and attractive to their right people. Even the tomboy," he paused to wave, "look."

"Hey! Just because I wear loose-"

He continued, unfazed. "The only unattractive people are those with a bad heart. Do you understand?"

"I guess I do," She didn't expect a pep talk at the crack of drawn. She had so many questions for the little man. "Bu-"

He didn't let her finish. "But of course we're on a clock and I have a tonne of clients so let's see if we can speed up the hotness thing for you."

She watched him wave his hand at her and could have sworn she saw a sparkle. She panicked as she felt a creepy crawling sensation over all of her skin, particularly her face.

Furious that he had **** her, she rose from her bed, picked up her pillow (the best weapon she could muster) and walked towards the man. As she approached he confidently pointed to the mirror. She went from fear to confusion to surprise as she looked at her reflection. Her skin was perfect. Not a blemish.

"What the hell?"

"Amazing, right? No hair too. We'll get you laid by the end of the day!"

"Laid?! Hey now... no way." She was concerned about that aspiration.

Pop!

She looked around and he was gone before she could process what 'no hair' meant. She touched her legs together, pleasantly surprised at how silky smooth they now were. Her eyes widened further as she put her hand in her panties. "HEY!!! What the hell?!" She looked for him harder this time, ready to give him a slap.