You wander through the stores to observe the changes.

You decide to continue your sightseeing, smiling at a topless, pretty cashier who warmly welcomes you as you enter the large bookstore near the entrance to the mall. Nearby, you notice rows upon rows of magazines stacked on conveniently placed shelves and you're drawn to the pictures of the beautiful celebs plastered across their covers. Julia Roberts looking fine at fifty, wearing her iconic smile and nothing else above the waist, promoting her new movie; the three leading ladies of the show Friends discussing the possibility of a reunion, all three pairs of tits on display; Beyonce, with her milk-filled udders prominent as she discusses her thoughts on motherhood; and a dozen others, all attired according to this reality's clothing rules. You leave the magazines with a sense of wonderment at the situation you've created and a sizable woody that isn't going to go down anytime soon.

The book, music and movie sections all show similar changes, with breasts of all sizes being featured unabashedly everywhere you look. You find yourself drawn to items you'd never dream of purchasing in a million years, like K-pop groups and Katy Perry albums, vampire novels and chick movies. Things that held no interest to you previously are made more titillating with more tits.

At the end of twenty minutes worth of wandering, your hands full of items you'd like to purchase and you take them back to the cashier you'd walked past earlier. She smiles widely and starts scanning your purchases. Her blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail and you realize she's even better looking than you first thought, with bright blue eyes to compliment a pale complexion, a pert nose and full lips. But your eyes are continuously drawn to her tits, a proud C-cup that sway slightly as she moves through your pile of stuff. You just can't believe all this is happening.

She pauses and holds up a one of your items. "You like Firefly?" she asks, with genuine interest.

You snap your head up, but you can tell that she's caught you staring at her wonderful chest. Stammering, you barely get out, "Yes, it's...good," before she nods and continues scanning, her grin widening. Of course the real reason is you've always had a crush on the women of Firefly and were planning on masturbating to all of them when you got home, but you aren't going to inform this pretty girl of that.

"Hey, listen," you start. The cashier pauses again and looks at you expectantly. You brace yourself. Maybe this reality truly is different, maybe the changes you made will really open new, wonderful possibilities for you. So you pop out the question that's been running through your head since you first entered the store. "Would you like to go out on a date...with me? Get a cup of coffee maybe?"

Her face scrunches into mess of lines and wrinkles and you know the answer before she says it. "Aww, that's sweet, but I already have a boyfriend."

You automatically nod your head and she returns to her job, awkwardness now almost a solid shield between the two of you. Of course she does. How couldn't someone like her already be in a relationship? Your changes to reality hadn't touched upon topics like that. So you silently wait until she finishes her scans.

"That'll be $237.92," she says, reading the total on her screen.

You pull out your wallet and hand her the credit card, unable to look her in the eye for multiple reasons. Unfortunately, the situation only gets worse. She swipes your card and a tell-tale beep rings from the register. She tries a second time with the same result. "Umm, it's telling me that your card has been declined due to insufficient funds."

You're an idiot. Your bank account's been bottomed out for a week and you haven't paid off any of your credit card statement in the past month. That delightful piece of reality hasn't been changed either.

Your face blazing like the sun, you quickly grab your card, mumble an apology and give one more wistful look at her bare breasts before walking out of the store with your eyes glued to the floor. You can't believe how embarrassed you are, how stupidly you've acted and how short-sighted you've been. The changes you made were nice and they'd worked on a global scale, but they'd done nothing to directly improve your lifestyle. You begin to make a list in your head of what extra changes you'll make, ticking them off on your fingers as you go. You're so focused on this task that you don't even see the woman you run into until you're on the floor, ass hurting from the fall.

"Watch where you're going, numbnuts." The voice is craggly and rough, aptly matching the woman's outward appearance. She's easily pushing three hundred pounds, missing her entire bottom row of teeth and has wispy hair that does nothing to cover her clearly balding scalp. And she's topless.

You almost gag at the sight. Scrambling to your feet and offering another apology, you almost sprint the rest of the way to your car. You're anxious to get back home and make more complete changes to your reality using the Motherboard. Starting up your car, you pull out of the parking lot like your ass is on fire.