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Chapter 20 by shamefulhornytrash shamefulhornytrash

Do they find such a stranger?

They find a pair of them

It didn't take us too long for find people that me and Regi would like to experiment on. Just a few miles from where he had departed from the beautiful Kelly, we could see two old and broken down ladies talking to each other while sitting on a bench. They had, hopefully, seen better days. There was no real way to tell where did their winkles ended and where did their faces start, their sunburns might have been on them for years at this point, their clothes were ugly enough that puking on them would be an upgrade, and their bellies stuck out like they were a cartoon character that drunk too much water. One of them even had the ugliest haircut that I have seen, it looker like a puffed out bowl cut combined with a rat-tail down her neck.

"We would be doing them a massive fucking favor." Regina nods even before I can finish the sentence, and we decide to sit on a bench that's in front of theirs, tough not directly so. To be more discrete, I take out my phone, and start writing down what we could do to them.

I decide I might as well start experimenting some more with the ring. I address it by the name that Regina had given it before (and that I had to ask her about again because I had forgotten it) "Reality Ring, the following wishes I will make are all directed to the two oldies I'm looking at. I'm going to want them to be completely oblivious to all of the changes" The ring gives me a light flaring to inform me that it understood my command. Well, that's what I assumed, but Regina confirmed it when I asked her.

Firstly, they need to lose some pounds by yesterday. I wish for them to slim down to an healthy weight, which they will try to maintain from here on. The ring heats up enough for me to have to shake my hand, they must have really liked fast food. Still, I'm glad to see that, if nothing else, I probably gained them a few extra years of their lives. I do feel like discussing with the ring over it's definition of healthy weight, specially for people their age, but that is probably not a discussion I could win, so I let it be.

Secondly, that hair. I really hate that one lady's hair, and I'm not going to allow it to survive another minute if I can afford to do so. The other one's fine, I guess, it's just long hair falling down to the back of her neck from what I can see, but it goes to the trash too by association. When thinking about what to replace it by, my mind wanders into the one haircut I consider to be both attractive and incredibly silly, so I end up giving them both a 'helmet' bob hair cut. I also dye their hair grey on a whim, but I feel like that's probably what it should look like naturally at their age. Of course, they will now have to maintain it like that for their rest of their lives, because I say so, but this time the ring barely stings me, specially in comparison to before. I must have been right on that natural color thing.

Arguably we left the most important one for last, but it's time to deal with their skin. For a moment, I contemplate what I'm going to do there, considering it all. Their skin is in a really poor state, so this is going to be likely something that stings me either way, but I try to think about how the ring works. How is it going to fix it, exactly? Wrinkles are kind of inevitable with age, and even if these are exceptional cases, they're really not going to look their age when it's done, or otherwise it wouldn't be complying with what I asked it for. At that point, one might as well.... "Age them down to their thirties." I tell the ring, and Regina seems alarmed by that. I preemptively shoved my closed fist into my mouth to contain myself from screaming, and I feel as if my skin was near boiling, but the pain doesn't last for that long, and when I look again, the two women sitting on the bench are young and beautiful.

"Well, you've fixed them. Great job there." Regina speaks in code but I can understand 'Are you happy with the decisions you made, moron?' no matter what words are used to cover it.

"I paid a small price in exchange for doing a charitable action. And besides, now that they're kinda hot, we can use them to make something fun happen." I explain myself once the pain had gone away and I could talk again. "I'm sure this will all be worth it."

"I guess.” Regi isn't too convinced.

What to do with them now?

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