Reality Editor

John clicked on "Reality Editor". The screen changed to display a variety of drop-down menus and text fields, all of which appeared to have no function. The interface is unintuitive at first glance, leaving John to mindlessly click on random buttons hoping to figure something out. He doesn't give the application much thought as his eyes are drawn to his co-worker Ashley, whom he has a crush on. He had been flirting with her all week, hoping that she would be up for a date, but she never seemed to pick up on the matter. Ashley was tall and beautiful, with perfect blonde hair that made her stand out in a crowd. John had been working with her all week, and couldn't help but stare at her body. She had the most perfect pair of tits he'd ever seen--the shape of which he which he could wish he could see more of.

In a daydreaming daze, John absent-mindedly types into the largest text box.

"It is customary for barista workers to dress in lingerie at work."

As he presses enter, his head is suddenly hit with a massive migraine that forces his eyes shut. He grabs his temples and tries to regain his balance, but still finds his face flat against the table. After a few moments, the ringing in his ears begins to subside.

"Ughhh", John groans as massages the side of his own head.

"Are you alright, John?"

John hears Ashley's voice as the pain subsides and he slowly opens his eyes. Despite showing up to work in a black button-up and slacks, John is shocked to see that his crush of 3 weeks is currently dressed in a black lace bra and matching black panties. Her side boobs are on full display, and they look even more perfect than they did before. She is a little shorter than he is, but the heels that she was now wearing brought her to eye level with him.

As John looks around, he quickly realizes that Ashley is not the only one of his co-works donning a new uniform. Everyone was dressed in some form of lingerie. Even the workers in the back are wearing aprons over their thongs, which John found particularly odd. Besides this oddity, nothing else in the store seems to notice anything unusual. Everyone is just going about their business. Ashley noticed him looking around and cocked her head in confusion.

"Is there something wrong?" she asked.

John's mouth went dry. He was completely at a loss for words. Not only were all his co-workers in various states of undress, but no one seemed to care.

"Wow- no uhh..." John said with his mouth hanging open as he had trouble taking in this new environment. "I'm fine!"

"Are you sure?" Ashley says, clearly concerned, "You don't look so good."

"Y-yeah, I'm sorry. I just have a little headache." John said, trying to play it cool as his eyes trace over her exposed silhouette. She wasn't a model by any means, but before John could only dream of seeing her in this light.

Ashley catches his gaze.

"What the heck are you looking at, you perv!" She shouts, catching the attention of everyone around them as she covers her chest--a quite ironic sight considering the rest of her nakedness.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry," John stammers, not knowing how to adjust to the specific level of normalcy with the change. "It's just that your cleavage is out-"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? This is my uniform!" she yells angrily.

"I-I just meant, you know, the outfit." John's heart is racing, unsure of what to do. What the fuck was happening? Was this all a dream? Everyone in the store is staring at him.

Suddenly, an idea pops into his mind. He reaches to the laptop and writes a new edit to reality.

"Unsolicited sexual attention is expected from anybody wearing revealing clothes in public and is similar to a flattering compliment."

John hits enter and the same headache comes rushing back to him. However, this time, he was prepared. He grabs his temples and tries to fight off the pain. Eventually, it subsides, and when John opens his eyes he sees everyone is still staring at him, but no one seems upset.

"Why thank you!" Ashley says as she opens up her cleavage for him to see under her blushing face. "It's so nice to hear someone mention it!"

"Uhh, no problem," John says, still in a state of disbelief. The crowd goes back to their business, not caring about the previous commotion as much as before. The pain slowly fades, and his vision clears up. He takes a deep breath and looks at the screen again. It's all starting to make sense.

As John looks around, he finally understands what is happening. If this really is a reality editor, then it's the most incredible piece of software he's ever seen. There's no way to explain this. This is real, and he has the power to do anything he wants.