Sasha, a woman looking for revenge for all the men in her life.

You are Sasha a attractive raven haired woman in her early forties, you have some nice perk C cup boobs, that are still standing strong, you have kept yourself in good shape, but you ended up with a curvy body shape, due to a fondness for the sweet foods. You have just moved in, after you 3rd Husband divorced you, you are moving into the new house you picked up dirt cheap, as your last husband squirreled away all his assets in his brothers name so you got nothing in the settlement. You've never had much luck with men, throughout you're life they seemed to of started of being nice and sweet, but always ended up leaving you, saying you were too needy or that you wanted to spend too much time with them, which was always their excuse for hiding the fact they were cheating on you. You even had one asshole who faked a terminal illness to get away from you. You picked up the box with all the notes and tablet and placed the vial of dark grey liquid which you suspect are the nano bots. You're not sure if this is some sort of joke or movie prop, but it looks nice so you think you'll have a read of it and try and find out if it is some sort of movie prop.

You carry the box upstairs and set it down on the coffee table, unfortunately you knock the table as you walk past and the vial is launched out of box, you try and make a lunge to save it, but shatters just short of your grasp, causing your to shove your hand into the broken glass and liquid. You get up quickly to go rinse your hand out to get the glass shards out, after a minute or two under the tap it seems that you got all the small shards out, but when you return to the lounge to clean up the glass and the rest of liquid you see the liquid shift towards you hand, it feels strange and you quickly move your hand when you feel it, but when you check you hand you see no sign of the grey liquid or the cuts to your hand. You stare at your hand in confusion for a few moments before shaking your head and sweeping up the glass. You eventually sit down and start to read through the notes in the box again, when you see it mention the tablet, you dig out the dusty device and try and turn it on, it eventually spring to life, and you begin examine the screens, it seems unusual but it has all of you information, you name your birthday, your height even your exact measurements. You have a play around on the screens and end up on a page where you can modify your appearance, you have a play around, and try out a few things, you give yourself a more youthful complexion, the hair style you've wanted but could never got around to getting done, you even decided to see what you'd look like with D cup boobs. You click confirm and it renders a picture of what you'd look like with your alterations. You laugh at the vanity of it all as you see a much younger youthful version of yourself with nicer skin, and bigger boobs, and a very elegant hair style that comes down to your shoulders, even your blue eyes look more youthful and brighter. They have hope in them, you think to yourself, before all the crushing disappointment of reality, of all the mistakes I've made that led me here. You decide to stop thinking about it and put the tablet back in the box, as you decide to drink some wine and catch up on some TV before calling it a night, and finishing your mammoth task of unpacking tomorrow.

You finish watching a few episodes of the latest crime thriller, you've always had a fascination with criminals and lying, you always wondered if you could get good at it, maybe you'd be able to route out the bad men you keep attracting before you waste a few years on them. As far as all the TV shows make it look all you need to do is have a inhumanly perfect body, and a smile and you basically rob people blind. You shake you head as you imagine yourself as the one using the man for sex and satisfaction for a change, before you stand up and slowly climb the stairs to bed. You don't even make it under the covers, but rather just face plant your bed and go out like a light. You have pleasant dreams, where you're at an elegant party, where several man are fighting over your affections, and you cruelly ignore and spurn them all, while they dance to your tune. It's a pleasant dream for you, albeit one which is likely a shrinks dream. You wake up feeling amazingly refreshed considering you should have a headache bad enough it would show up in photographs, with the amount of wine you put away last night. Not to mention you slept in your clothes, and on your face, although the fact you slept in a bra makes it self very well known as your back aches, as it yearns for release. You reach back and undo the clasps, only to find two of them had actually broken off, you chalk it up to sleeping in it, and remove the bra, and toss it into the bin. You stand up and undress placing all your clothes in the laundry basket, or you would had it been unpacked, so for the moment you make do with tossing it into the corner of the bedroom. You decide that a shower would be a good call, as although you feel refreshed, you suspect you don't smell as fresh. As you head towards the bathroom you catch a glimpse of yourself in a wall length mirror on the wall by the door and notice that your look different. It takes a few moments but you realize that you look just like the version of you in the tablet from yesterday. You grab your boobs and confirm that they have grown, and your skin is silky soft and youthful, hell you look like you did in your mid twenties.