Some subtle adjustments

As you follow Christine into your bedroom, you notice a few key differences.

The posters covering your walls have been completely swapped around, but the changes have a certain logic to them. On the Return of the Jedi poster, Leia is topless and dripping with a blue fluid. Lara Croft is still striking an action pose, but her clothes have disappeared as well. Your House M.D. poster is nowhere to be found; in its place hangs one for something called "Fine Adjustments," featuring five slightly differing images of the same gorgeous young doctor. In the first she's mousy, with short brown hair and glasses, but by the end she's a pumped-up blonde bimbo dripping with sex appeal. Finally, the Kill la Kill poster your parents barely let you keep is still there, though it now features nearly the entire cast of the show bumping uglies and generally getting into trouble in a big pile of flesh.

Your mattress, now a single instead of a double, no longer dominates the space. It doesn't take you long to guess why: your sister's and parents' rooms are both larger, and you likely spend more time in their beds than your own. The extra floor space you've been granted is being used mainly by your computer desk and chair, both of which have been upgraded. The chair is a comfy-looking leather number, while the desk is both wider and taller, leaving a ridiculous amount of leg room. The top's layout hasn't changed much: your familiar computer hums quietly in the middle, while a pile of books sits off to one side.

Just as you're trying to figure out why you need such a large desk for the same amount of stuff, your mother answers the mystery for you. Sliding a thin cushion beneath the desk, she then tucks herself in as well, settling into a kneeling position just below your monitor. As you watch in amazement, she looks back expectantly.

"Well? Are you coming?" She pulls off her bikini top, tossing it to one side. "This is what 'rest' means, right? Goofing off on your computer while I satisfy you?" She licks her lips and pushes her swollen breasts together. "Usually you're a little more... Direct about it, but a mother knows what her boy wants."

Nodding eagerly, you practically leap into the chair and pull up to your computer.