The app finishes adjusting reality

Emily stood in front of the floor-length mirror, her hands running over her new curves as she admired her reflection. Her long, silky hair cascaded down her back, her plump lips glistened with glossy pink lipstick, and her wide, doe-like eyes sparkled with innocence and mischief. She twirled, her tight crop top riding up to reveal her toned midriff, and her short skirt swished around her thighs. She giggled, the sound high-pitched and bubbly, as she struck a pose. “I’m, like, so hot,” she said to herself, her voice dripping with a valley girl accent.

But as she basked in her newfound beauty, a faint buzzing sound caught her attention. She turned, her long hair swishing over her shoulders, and saw her phone vibrating on the bed. The Reality Edit App was still open, its interface glowing faintly. Emily’s heart skipped a beat as she stared at it but she couldn't figure out why.

Curiosity got the better of her. She picked up the phone, her glossy nails tapping against the screen. The app’s interface was sleek and modern, with options like Edit Reality and Adjust Attributes. Emily’s eyes widened as she scrolled through the options.

But as she stared at the screen, a notification popped up: Reality changes complete!

Emily frowned, her plump lips forming a pout. “What does that even mean?” she muttered, her voice dripping with confusion. She tapped the notification, and a list of recent changes appeared on the screen. Her transformation was at the top, but below it were other entries: Claire Bennett—Personality Adjusted. Career Adjusted. Body Adjusted. And then, further down: Ethan Bennett—Identity Replaced.

Her brow furrowed as she read the words. “Identity replaced?” she whispered. Who was this Ethan and why did it mention her mother's name.

Emily’s eyes widened as she tried to make sense of the words. “Like, what is this even saying?” she mumbled, her brow furrowing in frustration. She tapped the screen again, trying to navigate the app, but the options were too complicated for her new, simplified mind. “Ugh, this is so confusing!” she whined, tossing the phone back onto the bed.

Before she could think too much about it, there was a knock at her bedroom door. “Emily? Can I come in?” a voice called from the other side.

Emily froze, her heart skipping a beat. She didn’t recognize the voice, but something about it made her feel warm and tingly inside. “Uh, sure!” she called back, her voice a little too high-pitched.