A modern world with sexually aggressive women.

I knew what I wanted, but I was struggling a bit with finding the right way to word it, “Can you read my mind?” I hoped this would eliminate the need.

The lady shook her head, “Not yours, I’m afraid. The studio can accurately predict the thoughts of anyone you create with it, but that is by virtue of the studio having a complete mental map of the individual’s psyche. This is the case even when copying individuals from your world, as the copying process also copies said mental maps.

“However, I mentioned to you that this Studio and the reality you create are temporally exclusive from your reality. This means that while you are here, time has stopped in your reality, and it has stopped without you in it, since you are here instead. That means you’re the only person the Studio can’t have a mental map of. You will find that I will become really good at guessing your thoughts and intentions as time goes on, however.”

“Interesting.” I replied, frowning slightly. The idea that the Studio was such a complicated… whatever-it-was that it was capable of tracking the thoughts of every single living thing it created was awe-inspiring.

“I’m a pretty simple guy, and for now I just want to relax and enjoy myself. I’d like my world to be an exact copy of the reality I came from,” I paused, immediately realizing that the terminology was going to get complicated. “Let’s call the world I came from ‘Reality Zero’, and we’ll just number each reality I make after. I can make more than one, right?”

“If you wish,” she replied. “Creating a new one will also create a new Studio dedicated to it as well.”

“For now, we’ll just stick with one, then,” I said. “And the changes I want to make are pretty simple. For my whole life I’ve never really looked the way I wanted, and it has always weighed me down in the confidence department. I’m not used to being so…” I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror again, “attractive. It’s not enough to just look that way, though, I want to feel like it too, I want to be treated like it.”

“A simple enough task,” the woman began, “making you universally attractive would be a trifling matter.”

“Indeed, but that’s only the beginning. Let’s start with some general changes, though. Start our scope wide then narrow it down.”

She nodded again, listening intently and most likely, I imagined, making the changes as I listed them.

“Firstly, I want all people to be generally more attractive. The effects of aging are diminished, wrinkles and other debilitating effects occurring later and with less intensity. The average metabolism will be higher by means of speeding up the slowest metabolic rates rather than raising the fastest,” this latter change was in order to reduce the rate of obesity overall. “The average cup size for women will increase one size, but the inconveniences of larger breasts, such as back and neck pain, will be negligible.”

My next change was a bit more drastic. This was going to be my fantasy world, so I decided to go full-hog. “Secondly, roughly ninety percent of the population will be female. Women have children when they are ready and will usually do it through artificial insemination if they don’t know any male individuals. Sex in general is more casual, and sex for the purposes of having a child is generally seen as an act of helping out a friend rather than a complicated romantic ritual. This ultimately means that the father is not obligated to help raise the resulting child, but there are very generous social safety nets in place to help single mothers financially.”

The woman was still nodding along, occasionally glancing down and making eye contact presumably so I knew she was following me.

“Thirdly, the remaining men will not appear masculine at all. They will have similar proportions to me, being almost perfectly female in appearance in nearly every way with the exception of their genitalia which will remain a penis. Some may have breasts, but on average they will be on the smaller side, with the natural maximum being roughly a C-cup and very rare. They will also dress like women.”

“Understood.” The woman replied. I was glad she was following, and the excitement was building, but I wasn’t quite finished yet.

“Fourthly, all individuals are bisexual, regardless of gender. Additionally, women are more sexually aggressive, especially to males. Its not uncommon for men to be molested or even roped into sexual acts casually by women. Consent is always implied unless explicitly said otherwise, and most people will respect boundaries. Most people will consent unless they have a very good reason, though. As I mentioned, sex for the purposes of procreation is just seen as a friendly favor, but sexual acts for any other purpose are simple recreation.

“Both receiving and giving oral are universally enjoyed, mouths and tongues are erogenous zones in both men and women and can be stimulated to achieve orgasm. Sperm is a naturally sexually stimulating substance in nearly every way. Not only is its appearance, taste, texture, and even smell universally enjoyed, it can actually contribute the sexual satisfaction.”

“Sounds interesting,” the woman began, “I’m glad to see you’ve got it all thought out. May I ask, for the sake of clarification, where you wish to fit in with all of this? You mentioned starting broad and narrowing the scope, I sense we may have reached that point.”

I blushed deeply, I wasn’t prepared to answer the question directly, I was hoping to just make my intentions a bit more subtle, “I didn’t have the best time growing up. Once I revealed myself as a transvestite to my mother as a teenager, she basically emotionally abandoned me. I was an only child, and I was frequently bullied at school because of my weight and body hair. I didn’t have any close friends, so I was kind of lonely.

“I’d like to have a chance at having a normal life, especially with this new appearance. I’d like to have a mother that cares about me, and maybe another sibling too, since I never got to have one. I’d like to go back to school, even though I’m nineteen now. Maybe adjust Reality One so high school happens at eighteen, nineteen, and twenty. That way my sibling can go too.”

“Do you want to copy your actual mother?”

That certainly was the obvious question, and it had me stumped. It took about a minute of careful thought before I had found my answer. She abandoned me when I needed her most, I was more than happy to return the favor.

“No. I don’t want her to exist at all.”

“Very well, would you like to create a new mother then?”

I looked up at her again, and she made eye contact. “I don’t think I need to. Will¬—” I was suddenly cut off by my own saliva getting caught in my throat, and I had to swallow it nervously, “will you do it?”

“You want me to be your mother?” She asked, tilting her head slightly.

I shrugged, doing my best to stay slightly casual, “I mean, I already made myself look like you.”

She chuckled, “I’d be honored to have such a cute boy as my son.” Just hearing her say this made my chest swell, and I couldn’t help but smile. I nearly burst out crying again, just having her call me cute was enough.

“Now, that does bring me to two fairly important and relevant questions,” she said, holding up two slender fingers for emphasis. “One, do your aforementioned rules about sex and consent extend to direct family members?”

I knew why this was relevant. She was pretty observant, I found it difficult to keep my eyes off of her and clearly, she knew it. “**** is no longer taboo in Reality One,” I said, thinking that would cover my bases.

For a brief moment, the woman flashed an almost devilish smile before continuing, “Two, who am I?”

It appeared the time had come, I had to decide on who this lady was. I took some time to consider, but before long I had an idea.

“You are Amelia Nocturne,” I said. “You’ll be the principal of my school.”

“Interesting choice,” she nodded.

“You’ll be confident, imposing, graceful, stylish, and intimidating to everyone. But to me, you’ll be kind, caring, sweet, and flirty.”

She giggled and smiled down at me, leaning forward a bit so her boobs pressed against my cheek, “I like that idea. Am I married?”

“No,” I said, “you’ve fallen in love with my sister and me and we were the result of artificial insemination.” I wasn’t too interested in involving my real father in this, either. He was a deadbeat anyway, so I had no clue who he even was.

She hummed thoughtfully, and I noticed her gaze wander lower down my body to my genital region briefly before returning to my face. It appeared she was making these changes in real-time. “Amelia, huh? I think I like it. By the way, what’s your name, cutie?”

I blinked. It didn’t even occur to me that I hadn’t actually introduced myself yet, even accidentally.

“Oh, uh, I’m Quinn. Quinn Nocturne. And speaking of which I have a plan for other male names.”

“I’m all ears.”

“Just make them more feminine names. Most of the time they’ll have names or nicknames that are unisex or more androgynous, but in some rare cases they’ll just have female names.”

“Very well,” Amelia smiled at me. “Now what about this sister of yours? Would you like me to surprise you with her appearance and personality or would you like a more direct hand in designing her?”