boot it up

"What do I have to lose?" I ask myself.

I boot the CD-Rom up.

A message flashes on the screen: "Welcome to Computer Destiny. This exciting new program allows you to alter anyone mentally. Please enter the name of your desired target ____ and hit 'enter.'"

"Change anyone mentally?" I asked. Yes, there were some targets. My bitchy MILF boss Brianna Moorehead who fired me because she had to downsize, and I was one week away from qualifying for health care benefits and pension though I was clearly better than the people in my division with seniority. Ms Moorhead was 41, divorced, with one child a freshman in college. She was 5'11, with firm C-cups, the office bet were fake, long wavy auburn hair, green eyes, high cheek bones, and a firm ass she showed off by wearing tight slacks or skirts. Her hair and makeup were always perfect, and the joke in the office was if her house was on fire, she'd first have to do her hair and makeup and find the perfect outift to wear for the occaision.

Or maybe the two hot coeds who live in the apartment next door and were always coming home drunk and loud Friday and Saturday nights, and always had guys leaving Saturday and Sunday mornings. They worked at the cosmetics counter at an upscale department store in the late afternoons and early evenings, and went to class in the mornings. They never gave me the time of day. There was Amanda: the petite blonde with the spankable booty and big tits, and Nadine, the tall, slender one with long, silky hair dyed jet black.

Then there were some others: ex-girlfriends or co-workers. I doubted this program worked, but it seemed like a fun idea to at least play that I could change people's minds the way I wanted to.