You hear your father snoring from the cabin’s master bedroom, and your mind begins to race with possibilities of changing him.
“I’ll be right back,” you say, getting up from the couch. “I should wash my hands.”
“Oh, what a responsible young man!” exclaims your geisha mother. You shake your head a bit -- your old mother wouldn’t have given you effusive praise like that. You think you really like your mother this way.
You were actually going to head straight for the bedroom, but something in your head tells you that you should wash your hands. You duck into the small half-bathroom that’s off the hallway.
What you see in the mirror surprises you. Your skin is darker, your hair has gone from a medium brown to a very dark brown, your irises have changed from blue to brown, and your eyes themselves are shaped differently, with a somewhat almond-shaped cast to them. You puzzle over this for a few seconds, and then almost hit yourself when you realize what happened -- you changed reality so your mother was a geisha, and that made you half-Japanese!
You examine your face a bit more and decide that you’re in favor of the new you -- you seem more handsome, in an exotic way. It even looks as if you’ve never had a problem with acne; your skin isn’t just darker, it’s surprisingly smooth.
The rest of your body is nothing special, though, but you decide to try changing that through your father. First of all, he doesn’t snore, you think, and that noise ceases. You then imagine your father different, and that he would pass the traits on to you. Dad has a fast metabolism and naturally has a very low body fat. Um, it’s also very easy for him to build muscle with a minimum of exercise. He also, um, naturally puts out pheromones that make women really attracted to him and guys friendly to him. He’s, like, six inches taller. And you don’t particularly want to think about your father’s sex life, but you feel you have to. He also has a really big, thick cock and is just naturally really good at sex.
You can tell from your position in the mirror that you’re growing taller, your shoulders widening. Your shirt unexpectedly alters itself into a tank top, and you see your arms bulge with new muscle. You lift up the hem of the tank top and are very impressed with the 6-pack of abs you see. And you can’t resist taking a quick peek down your smaller-waisted pants, and find that you’re indeed very well-endowed down there.
Everything seems to have worked out very well, although you now find yourself wondering...
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