Jordan is here to have his

“What was that?!” Sid yelled as he rubbed his eyes.

He was the first to recover. He immediately noticed the cake his sisters had brought was gone.

“Looking for this?” The photographer was casually eating a slice of the birthday cake.

No one had seen him take it. One moment he was taking their picture, the next he was standing there with a fork in his hand. The rest of the cake had been pushed off the table and was smushed on the floor next to him. A dozen confused questions raced through Sid’s mind.

But some of them were answered as the mysterious man took off the mask and sunglasses.

“Jordan? Why are you here?” Emily finally recognized the man once he removed his disguise.

Jordan was a fellow student at their school, a so-called genius prodigy, but the complete opposite of Siddharth. Where Sid was down-to-earth, Jordan was an arrogant, spoiled prick from a rich family who looked down on everyone else as beneath him.

“Why am I here? To prove that I am better than the fraud. I still couldn’t accept that he was the winner instead of me. There’s already a dime a dozen of the same thing out there. Nothing special and of value. But the judges might be fucking blind or dumb, so they picked yours. Or maybe… you’re cheating and bribing the judges. That’s the kind of thing a fraudster like you would do.”

“How dare you call my son a fraudster? Boy, I want you to take back your words!!” Tina warned the white boy, her voice sharp.

“Shut up, old bitch. You should have taught your son better than cheating to win. So I came here to put things right and teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget.”

“Jordan Alexander, don’t make trouble here! Please come to my office tomorrow, I will address your concerns, we also need to talk about your behavior,” Mrs. Gemma told him firmly.

Jordan smirked. “Well, coming to the rescue of your favorite student, huh? Honestly, I like you, Mrs. Summers, but you are unfair here. You’re biased against me because the fraud is your favorite student. But fortunately, I can change your mind.”

“What do you mean?”

“Because I will show you my invention. I will show you the difference between me and the fraud. That I am much better than him.”

He picked up his big camera again. The bulky device in Jordan’s hand suddenly dissolved into thin particles until only a thin lens-like device remained.

The air in the room had already begun to shift in a way Siddharth couldn’t quite place. Was this the same device Jordan had brought to the competition?

“Maybe there’s a good thing coming out from the fraud ‘winning’ the science fair. It pushes me to perfect my invention. I was always concerned about its safety, but I don’t need to care about safety right now. So far, the setup seems to be a success. It has successfully scanned all of you and the diagnostics are telling me it’s all going according to plan.” he said as he seemed to be looking at a screen on the small device.

Jordan continued, “I’m proudly presenting my magnum opus. I was about to call it ‘God’s Eye’, but that sounded too immature, so I shall call this the ‘Reality Refabricator’. This thing may look small and unassuming, but it contains so much power. And of course, it is far more special than the dime-a-dozen scanner of the fraud. This thing can ‘manipulate’ reality. It can replace what it scanned with whatever I choose.”

Jordan lifted the thin lens to his eye level and looked straight at Mrs. Summers. “The first one is you, Mrs. Summers. You are too biased toward the fraud; it makes me envious. It makes me want someone who will be blindly loyal to me and take my side no matter what. Hmm… I have an idea.”

The device read his mind and showed him an initial result. In his view, another version of Mrs. Summers appeared next to the original. He focused and the device adjusted until it matched exactly what he wanted. Instead of the early-thirties Gemma Summers, there now stood a nineteen-year-old version of her, with blonde hair styled into playful twintails. Her modest red dress had been replaced by a tight knotted white blouse that barely contained a pair of big, perky tits and a short red pleated miniskirt that showed off her smooth thighs.

Meanwhile, for Mrs. Summers, her body was suddenly covered in a bright blue glow. The whole group stood stunned, frozen in confusion. They watched as the blue light slowly faded. When it disappeared, the woman standing there was no longer the mature, professional Mrs. Gemma Summers they knew. In her place was a young, slutty-looking schoolgirl.