Run to the bathroom and think about her situation

Tom the programmer started walking towards Anna from one direction while Phil the interface artist came from the other direction. Both of them were smiling at her like they were **** for her to be in a good mood.

"Bathroom!" said Anna a little too loudly as she bolted out of her desk. She ran to the women's room, glad to have a break. She stood in front of the sink, panting, trying to think.

When Anna caught her reflection in the mirror, she stopped short. She already knew her dress was nicer, but her hair and makeup were more stylish now, too. Apparently her rules changes to make herself more attractive had led to a life of presenting herself as attractive.

She got out her phone and checked online. She looked for a list of the most attractive actresses and quickly found someone she'd never heard of, but who was apparently super famous in this new reality. The woman looked just like Anna, having all the features that Anna had added to the rules. She did the same thing for most attractive models and found another woman who looked just like her. Only one, like the last list, since women with Chinese heritage were so scarce in the west now. After a moment of embarrassed hesitation, she checked porn stars. Again she found a woman similar to her, and this time the clothing was skimpy enough to see that her figure and breasts were the same as Anna's, too.

Another woman entered the bathroom, and Anna let out a startled, little "Eep!" as she hastily swiped the porn star off her phone. When she looked up, she felt relieved. "Fran! Oh god, I really need to talk to you!"

Fran looked at her like she was an alien. "You do? That would be a first."

Anna felt taken aback. Why was her friend acting so cold? "I... I just have a little problem. You see.. it's... well... all the guys-"

"Oh lord," said Fran, pointedly looking at herself in the mirror instead of making eye contact with the gorgeous Asian girl. "Are you going to start complaining again about how you're soooo hot that all the guys love you?"

"What?! No! I mean... kinda?"

"Look, I spend all day watching you play ice princess to all but the hottest guys. It's a distraction for the whole office. So you're not going to get any sympathy from me as you tell every guy to go fuck himself three times a day."

Fran went into a stall and slammed the door.

Anna held her arms close, almost shriveled up in embarrassment. Was that how she was supposed to get her work done in this reality? Insult every guy who flirts with her, which was every single guy, to get them to leave her alone?

Did she even want to act like that?

She had to do something.