Time to experiment with the settings button

I pressed the button with the little picture of a menu beside it. Ms. Walsh froze. For a moment I thought I'd stopped time again, but then Rachel walked around me and sat down on the couch to the side.

I walked around the desk to take a closer look at my frozen boss. From up close I could see that there was a sparkly glow all around her. I looked down at the watch and saw that it said '45' in blinking numbers. Not knowing what to do, I turned a knob next to the menu button.

Suddenly Ms. Walsh had a million wrinkles and long grey hair. I burst out laughing as I realized that I must have pressed a settings button. That meant the original number must be her real age, so the bitch had been lying about being in her late thirties. I spun the knob the other way until the watch read '18', then looked up to check my work.

“Wow, Ms. Walsh was a real hottie as a teenager.” I looked over her slightly thinner body, her long legs and her cute little face. Her chestnut hair was now pulled up in a ponytail, though she still had some bangs left loose to fall over her right eye. Amazingly, her clothes had changed, too. Instead of a white blouse and grey slacks, she now wore a tight pink t-shirt and a short denim skirt. “What do you think, Rachel, could your daughter use a new friend?”

“Hmm?” Rachel looked up from the couch. “Oh yes, Callie is very good at making friends. She can always use one more, though.”

“She sure can. Give her a call. Have her come over here, I want to get her in on this.”

While Rachel pulled out her cell phone, I wondered what else I could do. I pressed the settings button again. The sparkles around Ms. Walsh's body shifted to a line running up the middle of her body. I turned the knob and found that it adjusted her height, but I left her at the 5'7” that she started with. Pressing the button a few more times shifted the sparkles to different parts of her body. When I got to her breasts, I couldn't help dialing them up bigger. Even bigger than Rachel's big rack. I kept messing with her by tweaking her thighs, booty and a few other things until she looked like the kind of wet dream pinup girl that everyone would just assume is a porn star because... what else could she be? Finally, I hit the settings button and the glow disappeared from my boss entirely.

“Why are you still here?!” She screamed, now with a younger voice. “Just because I had to take over the company from Daddy so young doesn't mean you can just-”

I hit the chime button and sent her into a trance. “That was odd. Was she acting like she was always this young?” I opened the door and yelled, “Jack! Hey Jack! Get in here!”

A few seconds later Jack came running in, his shirt looking very rumpled and his zipper still down. The superior look in his eye was gone, though.

“So Jack, what do you think of your boss' new look?”