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Rated: XGC · Interactive · Erotica · #1122543
A computer game that can make anything you dream of become your reality.
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Chapter #4

The Body of a Cheerleader

    by: Unknown
Your pulse quickens a bit when your finger lands on “cheerleader.” You click on that option. For this first test of the software, you decide you'll just stick with the template, and if the software actually works and you like what happens, then you'll change yourself again with options added.

You click on the big green "Alter Reality" button, and a window pops up giving you choices for the time of the transformation, and how much of reality it will affect. After a little bit of thought, you choose to have it start immediately, take "minutes" (rather than "seconds," "hours," or even "days"), and to only affect your physical self -- that is, to leave your mental state alone, and to affect the rest of the world as little as possible.

You take a deep breath and click "OK."

You feel your body start to tingle a bit. Looking down, you're amazed to see that your skin appears to be renewing itself right before your eyes, your late-30s freckles and blemishes seeming to melt away.

Remembering the full-length mirror with the broken frame that's here in the basement, you quickly run to the corner where it's behind a couple of boxes that you shove aside. By the time you can get a look at yourself, your skin has become an evenly tanned color a couple of shades darker than it had been, your waist a bit narrower, your stomach a bit flatter, your breasts about the same B-cup size, but obviously sitting higher and prouder on your chest.

Your pubic hair was in a neatly trimmed triangle, but as you watch, it recedes into the skin. You run your hand over the area, amazed at the smoothness -- it’s as if you no longer even have hair follicles there. You reach down and make the same discovery of your legs, feeling some sinewy muscle beneath. Another touch of your stomach, and there are now obvious abs there.

You look up just in time to see your brown hair lighten to a platinum blonde, and then style itself into a couple of pigtails, tied with green-and-white ribbons that appear from nowhere. Your face has been only altered slightly -- your green eyes seem a bit larger, your nose smaller, your cheekbones higher. Then dimples pop into your cheeks, giving you a sudden “cute” appearance. Makeup appears on your face, obvious but with a reasonably light touch.

Clothing fades into existence on your body -- a green-and-white skirt with vertical ruffles, and a matching sweater tight enough to show off two mounds created by your perky breasts and with a lower hemline that reveals a bit of your midriff. On your feet are green-and-white athletic shoes and white ankle socks. You suddenly find yourself grasping a pair of pompoms.

You chuckle and drop the pompoms. Looking in the mirror, what you see is perhaps the quintessential college cheerleader. You smile big, showing off your perfectly straight white teeth, and you suddenly have an urge --

“Go, team!” you yell, surprisingly loud, and jump, bringing your legs up. You’re shocked at how high off the ground you get. Back in a standing position, you raise your left leg higher, higher -- all the way until it’s at 180 degrees. Almost effortlessly, you drop into a split, then roll into a somersault, which ends when you hit a cardboard box. Not enough room in here for a cartwheel, unfortunately. Your heart is pounding -- you’ve never been this flexible, and you feel like you’ve never been this alive.

You flop onto the old brown couch that’s a permanent fixture of the basement, and you pull your skirt up and your white cheerleader panties down. You begin playing with yourself, imagining yourself on the sidelines, the quarterback -- your husband Dale -- coming over to you, taking off his helmet for a kiss. Later on, in his dorm room, he’ll remove his jersey to reveal a muscled, athletic body, and then take off his pants, and --

You orgasm. A little bit of fluid squirts out. You wipe your hand on the couch and smile big, lost in thought for a few moments about the romantic fantasy you just came up with.

By the time you remember the computer, you look over at it to see that it’s gone into screen-saver mode. You think about the software behind the moving colorful shapes -- it was definitely worth the $9.95.
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