Slow and steady wins the race

The Labyrinth is there. One of these nights you will have to explore the other doors but for tonight, it's back to Shelly. Her room hasn't changed. Except for the pajama lying on her bed. It is the exact same babydoll that you conjured the previous night. And yes, there's a single garter lying next to it. Oh man, you have to find a way to see her wearing it. Checking her laptop briefly, it seems Shelly is dreaming of being a bird tonight.

While you're tempted to go through the room and search every nook and cranny, you know that your time is limited and that the body sculpting takes real time before any changes manifest. So it's best to get it done first. That objective clear in your mind, you enter the True Form room. The naked beauty of Shelly still manages to take you by surprise and you take a moment just to admire her. There isn't really that much you want to change about her.

But there are few little things. Her round face is super cute, but you want it more oval like. Grabbing the cheeks of the statue, you carefully lift and push and mold it to your liking. Yet every time you drop your hands and lose your concentration, her face returns to its original shape. It seems that there is only so much you can alter. Disappointed, you return to your favorite twin globes. Her nipples agree to grow a little bit, and the breasts themselves balloon even further. She must be H-cup now. Out of curiosity, you run a finger over her vulva and voilá, all her pubic hair just falls off. Her labia is perfect enough as it is, so instead, you run your hair-loss fingers all over her legs and arms. Shelly won't have to worry about shaving, no more. The last thing remaining is her hair. You remember that as a pre-teen, she started cutting her hair mid-length for some reason. You want to change that. With infinite care, you pull on her hair and, to your relief, instead of it all coming off, the hair flows longer and longer and longer. When it reaches the bottom of her perky butt, you stop. The length is great, but now you understand why Shelly started cutting it - even to your amateur eyes, her hair looks lifeless and barbed, nothing like the smooth, voluminous locks of shampoo commercials. Undeterred, you grab the wild mane with both hands, shake it and focus and - poof - it's perfect. As if a dozen hairdressers had spent gallons of oil and conditioner, her hair is now silky-smooth and voluminous. Shelly could easily find work as a hair model.

Well, with that body, she'd probably make more money as the new cover girl of Sports Illustrated. Except you don't want to share. Now you know how Pygmalion must have felt.

Satisfied with the physical changes, you return to the Self Image room. Shelly's lack of confidence hasn't had time to decay this statue, yet, so you move to the Trophy Room. Confident that you have figured out that these are Personality Memories, you set upon them to find something that you can adjust for your benefit. It's not selfish if she likes it and wants it, right? Right!

Your intense search gets you results. There's a framed picture, showing a pre-teen you sitting next to teen-Shelly on your living room couch. The moment you touch it, the picture comes alive and shows an event that you had completely forgotten - bratty you hiding a chewed gum in your hand, that you then proceeded to slap straight into Shelly's hair. Much screaming and flailing ensued. You're ashamed, that was such a stupid thing to do, and all because she had embarrassed you in front of your friends with a silly joke or something. Cheeks burning, you narrow your eyes and wiggle your fingers. The scene changes: now you're sitting in Shelly's lap, holding one of her hands while her other hand pets your head, that is resting against her budding bosom. Instead of anger and frustration towards her little brother, she now radiates comfort and love. Aaaaand just a little spark of sexual excitement. The seed has been planted.

A miniature prom dress catches your attention next. It is midnight blue, yet plain. You vaguely recall Shelly and Glynda fighting over it, your step-mother trying to get Shelly to wear something more glamorous, who violently refused. If you want her to dress up more, and you sure do, this requires a change as well. You morph the dress into a risque little thing, with a side slit cut high, an open back and a mesh front. Garter-belt, black lace stockings, and a black bustier will get her feeling like a sex bomb. A pair of blue platform heels completes the outfit. Where once was awkward plainness, now there is an ocean of sexiness.

Then you find an old-fashioned key-hole-lock. Curious, you pick it up and peer through the hole. You see your naked father, middle-aged paunch and a limp dick all, standing next to his bed. Luckily, this one is not animated. But it does give you an excellent opportunity. As soon as you think about it, the man changes into you, a young, virile boy on the cusp of manhood, your dick hard as stone. To really crown this experience, you - without fully realizing how - transform the feeling of revulsion into an attraction. And yes, let's sprinkle it with little more sexual excitement.

Smiling to yourself, you move on. You skip many memories that do not seem to offer any possibilities, yet there are several where you can tweak them a little for your purposes. A memory of Shelly sharing a bag of candy with a classmate turns into Shelly sharing a bag of candy with you. An afternoon spent lazing in a field staring at the clouds and dreaming of the boy next door turns into an afternoon dreaming of a sexy hunk that just happens to bear great resemblance to you. A memory of a group of passing boys catcalling her now evokes a feeling of satisfaction of her body, instead of shame and fear.

Then you hit the motherlode. Twin statues of a man and woman entwined in an embrace. It's the memory of her first time. You tamp down on the sudden surge of jealousy. You cannot turn back time, but you can make use of this. You nearly change the memory into a horrible nightmare, but at the last moment, you catch yourself. If she absolutely hated her first time, she might refuse sex categorically, making incestuous advances of yours truly that much more difficult. No, you have to keep it a good memory but you can redirect her passion. Without remorse, you apply the changes you came up. Shelly will now recall her first time as the typically awkward, yet romantic fumbling of two teenagers. Her lover tried his best but she couldn't orgasm - not until her thoughts focused on her beloved little brother, who was busy growing up to be a sexy young man. Imagining that it was you laboring over her, your hands on her breasts, your breath hot on her face, your penis in her vagina - all that then set her off like a rocket.

Satisfied, you call it a day. Or night. Or whatever. Who knows, making too many changes at once might cause her mind to snap. It already had quite a few things to adjust to. You return to the bedroom and step through the door, back to the Labyrinth.

This is the first time that your Dream Work has not been interrupted. Meaning you still have some time left. Which reminds you of one very real obstacle on the path towards incestuous bliss.

Glynda.

The moment you thought of her, you see a new door appear right next to you.