Your phone rings.

You're almost too caught up in admiring your new self in the mirror to notice your phone ringing, but once you hear it you mutter a swear and quickly grab it off of your desk.

Incoming Call: Casey

'Oh, shit, right... I was supposed to go hang with her today.' You quickly answer. "Heyy, Case', what's up? I'm not late, am I?"

"Nope, still getting ready! Just wanted to make sure your mom didn't give you too much grief about needing a ride." Casey, your classmate and best friend, said on the other end of the line, reminding you of yet another thing you'd forgotten to do.

"Oh, uh, nope! No issues there at all." You say into the phone, pacing back and forth as you talk. It's strange to feel your body jiggle and shake when you pace, and it turns what's usually just an idle fidget into something strangely enticing.

"Great! Gotta go, just wanted to touch base before I started doing my hair! See ya at the mall!" Casey chirped, and then the line went dead.

'Dammit... there's no way Mom's gonna say yes this close to when I have to go. She'd need to get ready and do all her stuff and that's only after huffing about me going out again!' You think to yourself, grabbing loosely at your hair before your eyes drift towards the computer.

'...But, maybe, I don't need to ask her.' You realize, feeling the allure of RealityShift pull you in as you sit back at your desk. Once again, a problem can be solved so easily... You could make it so Mom agrees more easily, but you're still not entirely sure you want to mess with free will... so, instead...

{ I know how to drive perfectly, have a license, and I have a silver Ford Mustang that I'm allowed to drive wherever I want whenever. It never runs out of gas, never needs maintenance, and any damage that happens to it will be fixed instantly. It's impossible for me to get into a car accident. I got the car for my sixteenth birthday.}

You hit enter, and your lashes flutter as new memories pump their way into your head. Memories of asking your mother for rides to places are replaced by you driving down the street in your own car. New memories of concerts you couldn't go to previously squeeze into your mind, and a few hot and heavy makeout sessions with boys from your class in the back seat of your car flutter in as well.

The only unnerving thing is that, once the memories are replaced, you find it hard to remember what memories used to be there... you've had the car for two years, or at least that's how you remember it. But you know that's only true because of the program. You can't even be shocked that you've made out with anyone! You want to say you'd never even kissed a boy before today, but with how hard puberty hit you and having such a nice car you can remember so many times you got hot and heavy.

'Maybe I should be more careful.' You think, twirling some of your hair as you look at the entry. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to rework some of the entries so your own mind isn't as affected.