Lizzie was impressed to see some of the traits that had apparently been part of the "Slut" package. "Subject is immune to all sexually transmitted diseases." "Subject has full hypnotic seductive powers." "Subject is infertile and menstruates very infrequently; normal reproductive function will return once subject has worn a ring on the third finger of her left hand continuously for one year." So she wouldn't have to worry about pregnancy for at least a year after she'd been married, or at least engaged -- Lizzie contemplated making that change to herself after she was done with Leah.
She tried to think about what she'd seen in the porn she'd found in her brother's room while she clicked around. She found a menu for piercings and tattoos -- yes, of course. Even this slutty version of Leah only had one piercing in each ear, which Lizzie figured might be because her parents wouldn't let her do anything more than that. Well, that wouldn't be a problem thanks to Master PC. There was a slider bar for amount of piercings; Lizzie moved it to the right slowly and watched the additions. Another hole in each ear. Navel. A third hole in each ear. Tongue (the picture of Leah opened its mouth to show off). Nose. Clitoris. Two in the labia. Her second clitoris, which seemed to be right next to her anal opening. A fourth hole in each ear. Each nipple. Left eyebrow.
With that, Lizzie decided there was enough jewelry. Tattoos were another matter. There was no slider bar; instead, you had to point to a location and either draw or describe the tattoo. Lizzie gave Leah's body a string of daisies around her left ankle and a similar garland of flowers on her back right above her ass to serve as a tramp stamp, but felt a little bored. In the freeform text input box, she instead typed, "Subject would like to get at least a few more tattoos, and will do so as soon as possible."
Lizzie then went into the wardrobe section. As she clicked on the arrows that kept putting different outfits onto the picture of Leah, things didn't look that much different from what Leah normally wore -- maybe some of the tops were cut a little bit lower, and maybe some of the skirts were a little bit higher. She got to the cheerleading uniform, with Leah's enlarged breasts pushing the sweater way out in front, and decided to see what would happen if she adjusted some of the sliders on the page. Top Size, Skirt Length, Overall Sexiness -- by the time she was done, the uniform was even skimpier than that of a pro football cheerleader. It was basically a bikini top with three-quarter length sleeves attached (with the school letter on the right breast and her name embroidered on the left breast), a bikini bottom with tiny side panels attached to make it slightly skirt-like, and knee-high boots with 6-inch platform heels.
She clicked on "Save Wardrobe Changes," and a warning box came up. "These wardrobe changes may result in subject's inability to" blah, blah, blah, something about doing her cheerleading routines.
Lizzie clicked on "Cancel," then went straight to a freeform input box and typed, "Subject and rest of cheerleaders will not have to do any overly athletic routines, just dance on the sidelines, cheer, and shake pom-poms." She wasn't sure if that would work, especially with the "and rest of cheerleaders" addition, but the program seemed to accept it.
However, two seconds later, another warning box popped up. "Successful integration of these changes into reality will require making additional changes, primarily mental and emotional, to other subjects." Lizzie rolled her eyes; she was getting tired of these warnings. She checked the box next to "Don't warn me again" and then clicked on the "Automatically make other changes" option.
A progress bar went across the screen for about 10 seconds. Lizzie clicked through a little bit more of Leah's wardrobe choices, and saw that she now apparently always dressed like the women in her brother's porn magazines, in short shorts or miniskirts, midriff-baring tops that showed off her canyon of cleavage, and completely impractical high-heeled shoes.
Lizzie grinned. Eric would love having Leah, the way she'd be now, as a girlfriend. There was one more thing she'd have to take care of using a freeform text input box. "Subject and Eric Thomas Williams will never be prevented or even discouraged from having sex whenever and wherever they want, by parents, other authority figures, or any other person or event."
And then she had one final brainstorm. "Subject will know nothing about operating a computer, although she can learn." That'd give her geeky brother something to do while he wasn't having sex -- teach his girlfriend about computers.
That time, the progress bar took 15 seconds, and this was only the preview. Lizzie hesitated briefly, but then firmly clicked on the green "Make All Changes to Reality" button at the bottom of the window, and prepared for a long wait.
Estimated time to completion, 55 seconds, said the progress bar. Hey, maybe it had already done a lot of the calculations in the preview mode.
50 seconds. Oh, shoot, she'd forgotten to specify that Leah would be monogamous. Oh, well -- she'd seen that the "Slut" trait package made the subject bisexual, so maybe her brother would get to have some 3-ways.
35 seconds. Actually, she hadn't really specified that Leah and Eric would be boyfriend and girlfriend, just that they both could have sex whenever they wanted. She hadn't actually specified that the sex was supposed to be with each other. She started mentally composing the further changes she'd make once these initial changes were done.
20 seconds. She noticed that there was no "cancel" button on this progress bar. Guess it might be dangerous if reality ended up half-changed. She also hadn't noticed before that the name of the subject was in the title bar of the top active window.
10 seconds. The name of the subject wasn't Leah. Lizzie racked her brain and quickly figured out that she'd imported Leah into one of the subject windows she'd had open, rather than bringing her up as a new subject. The changes that were 3 seconds from being complete were about to happen to...
