Her Ideal Image

Alex had always been jealous of his sister.

Always called beautiful by everyone they met. The most popular of them, drawing people to her like bees to their queen. The most sexually gifted of them, in body and experience, the former definitely lending to her gaining the latter.

And Alex was jealous of it. So he decided, right then and there, that he would be better than she could ever be.

Old Rule: Alex Aphros is, and always has been, a beautiful woman.

Closing his eyes, he felt the world ripple around him as reality warped and twisted to accomodate his rule, a prickling in his mind giving him the knowledge of what was being changed and how he lived his life. Or her life, rather.

Letting out a sigh as everything evened out, Alex opened her eyes.

Her room was different. It wasn’t the same spartan room as he’d had, but rather one befitting that of her changed history.

The most blatantly changed part about it was the fact that there was a large assortment of clothing stored in several dressers around the closet door, which itself was full of an assortment of attire.

Honestly, beyond that and the few other changes (like that massive bed that looked so comfortable), it wasn’t all that much different.

But the room wasn’t what he was looking for, but rather the symptom of his change. So, walking up to the large mirror on a stand in the corner next to all of the clothing, Alex inspected herself fully.

She was beautiful, in her own humble opinion. Pale skin free of blemish covered refined features, high cheek bones and delicate nose. Her previously boring brown eyes were now closer to chocolate colored, deep and captivating. Her black hair, so short and spiky before, had lengthened and smoothed into waves of obsidian falling to her ass.

And what a fine ass it was, round and perky and large enough to spill out of a handful, stretching the fabric of her jeans in just the right way. Wide hips ballooned from a thin, toned waist and stomach drawing a contrast between it and the large DD-Cup breasts that filled out the snug black shirt she was wearing.

Long legs trailed down to petite feet, both perfectly smooth and hairless, the latter ensconced in Greek-style sandals.

Alex felt the beginnings of tears pricking at her eyes as her pouty lips curved into a beatific smile.

She was perfect.

Now, there was just one question left: What to do?