Homeward bound

There were a thousand girls like Lisa in Austin, she had just been the first one I had seen. We got lunch, chatting idly, Lisa back in her clothes and me back in mine (I hadn't tried to find anything in my new room, so we were both in the same thing as yesterday), and after lunch I suggested it was time for her to go home. She began to protest, proclaiming her love and how she wanted to be with me. I finally had Power change her mind, and she reluctantly agreed to go home, making me promise to come see her tomorrow. I agreed just to move things along, having no intention to do so.She walked out the door and I watched her walk down the path to the road, then, told Power to make everything fine with her mother (whom I was sure would have been worried when she never came home), and wipe all memories of me from Lisa's mind. She'd remember that she'd spent a pleasant evening with friends, and they would too. I didn't put back together with her former boyfriend, though I decided to once again restore her virginity (I wondered idly if this could be a new 'holy trinity', then laughed it off); it wouldn't be fair to her to take that away when I was leaving her no memory of it. She looked around for a second, finding a street sign, and then headed off toward home.

Now that I had had a night and morning of the wildest sex of my life, what should I do? I could keep repeating things like that as much as I wanted with whomever I wanted. I idly reached for my phone, then remembered I had left the smoking remains of it and my tablet in the garbage. "Can you restore those," I asked Power, knowing by this point that she would know what I meant. Suddenly, my phone, undamaged and fully charged, was back in my hand, and I could see my tablet on the coffee table, where it had been before this started. I woke it up, not seeing any messages, and began idly browsing the internet, as one does when thinking and not really looking.

As I ran through random things on the net, checking various sites I liked to check, I rattled off a few basics to Power. No getting sick anymore, no shaving or haircuts (I could control my hair, instantly getting any style I wanted), always in shape (I had already improved it a bit and considered de-aging back to 22 or something, but I was fine with my age if I could be in shape with no effort, and again I was trying not to do anything too strange that I would have to involve my family in before I saw them again), phone always charged and with a crazy good connection, automatically showered and teeth brushed if I didn't feel like doing it myself, clothing always clean, bed (I changed the bedroom back to normal) always made, etc. I felt almost stupid using this for such mundane stuff; I was really just rattling off the first things that were coming to mind.

As I ran out of mundane things, I thought about my wife, Charlie. I could turn her into an 18 year old fuckbunny that would make Lisa look plain, but I decided to stick to my original plan for now and leave my family alone (mostly, I did throw in a 'safety' that would let me do things and have them not notice). While there's much to be said for fuckbunnies, the fact is that I love Charlie and my 18 year old twins (we had them late). I was torn about what to do about them.

"Who am I? What makes me me?" I could do anything now, but if I changed too much, would I still be me? If I made my wife's 45 year old body 18 and made her want to be my nonstop sex toy, then I'd be changing the things that make her a wonderful partner, friend, companion, and mother, if not the most active lover. My kids were perfectly normal teens, in terms of fighting, whining, selfishness, ingratitude, learning, and surprises, and all the other things that go with being a teen boy and girl about to graduate from highshool. I could take those negatives away, but then they wouldn't be my kids. (And, yes, I could admit to myself that my daughter was hot; the thought of sex with her did cross my mind.)

I wanted loads of sex with beautiful young women, but I didn't want to upset my lifestyle. This wasn't a problem I had to settle on right now.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil