The stunningly attractive girl walking out of the Brewer's house that morning looked almost nothing like the hideous, nearly deformed, girl most people remembered as Gladys. Standing at 5'10", the new and improved Gladys weighed just 125 lbs, much of which resided in her substantial bust. With clear skin and a great tan, long and full auburn hair, an hourglass figure to die for, a fresh manicure and pedicure, and an attractive yet conservative outfit that fit her figure perfectly, Gladys looked full of grace and confidence. She was a new girl. And she had a bone to pick with a few people at school.
The remote didn't change reality the way the stone did. People would know Gladys had changed. But the remote did two things to help. First, it made sure people knew it was Gladys even if she looked nothing like her old self. And second, it made people accept it. They knew it was weird that she had changed so much, but people would just think it was strange and move on, accepting that this incredibly attractive girl had just yesterday been the hideous Gladys Brewer everyone remembered.
Gladys's first target would be Biff. Although there were other people who had made Gladys's life hell for as long as she could remember, Biff was the worst, even worse than Sarah. Once she had discovered the power of the device she now possessed and had fixed all the problems she had with herself, she had thought of nothing but getting back at Biff for the years of torment he had put her through.
Finding him in the hall before school, Gladys confidently strode over to him, Fake Maker in hand.
"Holy shit!" Biff exclaimed. "What happened to you, Gladys." He was clearly enjoying looking at her, as a tent began to form in the front of his pants.
"Hi, Biff," Gladys said in her new sultry voice. "I notice you seem happy to see me," she continued, eyes on the bulge in his crotch. "But I can't believe no one has ever noticed that your penis is fake. It's really a pink plastic strap-on dildo that doesn't even look very realistic, especially with the folds of your over-used vagina flopping out around it."
"What are you talking about," Biff began, furious that this girl, no matter how hot she currently was, would talk to him like that. But he stopped short when he felt something strange in his pants. Looking down, he could clearly see the outline of something bright pink in his light-colored khaki pants.
"What the hell did you do to me, bitch," he yelled at Gladys, clearly getting ready to punch her.
"Biff, are you really going to punch me?" Gladys asked. "I mean, it's not like it would hurt since your muscles are all fake. Really, I don't understand how no one ever noticed before. They don't even look real. What did you do, tape on padding you pulled out of your pillow? How could you ever pass yourself off as a football player with such obviously fake muscles? And I don't know why people think you're so big and bad. It's obvious that your 6'2" height is fake when you wear such clunky shoes with one-foot-thick soles."
Biff stopped short of swinging his fist as he felt his muscles evaporate, and he looked much more diminutive when his height clearly came from the shoes he was wearing. He was really only about 5'2" now.
"Look," Biff began, clearly scared and nearing tears. "I'm sorry for whatever I did. Just fix me, please!"
"Oh, Biff, we're just getting started," Gladys replied.
