Laura Friedman sat in her room admiring the view. Her window faced the beach, and she watched as throngs of people laid out their towels on the sand and splashed in the ocean. Though the summer had been particularly hot and the sand literally began at her porch step she hadn't gone down to the beach herself at all this year. The very thought of having to wear any kind of swimsuit turned her stomach; she was 18 years old but could have passed for a 12 year old. Her figure was straight, curve-less and boyish. To make matters worse it was her body that made her the runt of the litter, so to speak.
Her sister, Vanessa, was very much the opposite of Laura. Vanessa was tall, 5' 10", with long shapely legs that fed into rounded hips and a slim waist. But the real curves Laura would have killed for sat high on Vanessa's chest. Vanessa wore a 38DD bra and her mouth watering breasts were her trademark asset and she loved to show them off at every opportunity.
Greg, Laura's oldest sibling, was an amateur bodybuilder who, over the past few years, had grown his physique to a truly impressive size. He frequently mentioned that he'd likely get his pro card before long. Greg, at 6' 2", towered nearly a full foot taller than Laura's 5' 4" and weighed well over double her 105 pound pipsqueak frame. Greg was a 225 pound bulging mass of muscle who never missed a chance to show off his vastly superior strength.
Of course it was Vanessa and Greg who had followed in their parents genetic footsteps. The heads of the Friedman household had been pinnacles of perfection in their own day as the quintessential cheerleader and jock sweethearts. All of this just made Laura feel more and more out of place as she made her way through her pubescent years awaiting a growth spurt that would never come. Both her mother and father constantly assured her that her time would come and she would emerge an eventual swan, but by the time her 18th birthday had rolled around it was painfully obvious to Laura that she'd just have to settle with her flat chest and string bean limbs.
Even now as she surveyed the packed beach her eyes drifted from hot body to hot body and everywhere she felt the sting of envy.
"Hey sis," came a deep voice from her doorway. She turned to find Greg filling the door frame with his muscled form. "Nessa and I are headed down to the beach for a bit, would you like to join us?" Greg was wearing his swim-trunks which were taut over his 30" thighs. His tank top struggled to contain his 58" chest, but perfectly showcased his massive shoulders and bulging arms. For a moment Laura wondered what it must feel like to have a body like Greg's; to tower above others and perform feats of strength with ease. Laura craved the kind of power Greg's magnificent muscles brought.
Laura snapped out of her reverie and did her best to smile, "No thanks, I'm just going to hang here for a while today."
"Ok," Greg said, "If you change your mind you know where to find us."
Greg stepped aside and Laura saw that Vanessa had been right behind him, eclipsed by her buff brother. Again Laura wondered what it must feel like to possess an incredible set of curves, this time the more feminine sort. Vanessa's supermodel quality face was only slightly hidden behind a pair of dark, designer sunglasses, her naturally blond hair swooped down from her head in gentle waves before cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She wore a purple bikini that was covered in glittery sequins, the sort of swimwear that had never been intended for swimming. Her bikini top did very little to cover her large DD cup breasts. Tied around her hips was a white silk sarong that was shear enough to be see-through. The fabric of her wrap hung loosely down to her luscious legs which were long and flawless with just a hint of muscle tone.
"You sure you don't want to come, Lulu?" Vanessa asked. Laura used to enjoy this nickname, but lately it served only to point out how she still looked like a child.
"I'm sure," Laura said then turned her attention back to her window trying not to stare at anyone in particular and instead focusing on the ocean in the distance. She waited until she heard the footsteps of her siblings vanish down the hall then she balled her fist and slammed it down on her desk in a combination of anger and frustration.
"I wish I could look like them," she said.
The computer on her desk sprang to life displaying an email for an app in the iTunes store. "That's odd," she said, "I was pretty sure I turned the computer off last night." She was about to hit the power switch when she noticed the selection in the iTunes store was for an iPhone app called "Alterations." Her eyes glanced over the short and cryptic item description which read:
Have you ever wanted to make some alterations to your physical and mental form? Well now you can.
"What the heck does that mean?" she asked aloud before clicking the link. She was brought to the App Store page for the app and she started scanning the user reviews:
Mike B. says: Incredible! Works like MAGIC!!
sxydiva13 says: I now have the bangin body of my dreams!!! Thank you Alterations!!!
Monster Muscle Man says: DOWNLOAD NOW!!! I was a skeptic until I added 200 POUNDS OF SOLID MUSCLE!!!
Laura didn't know what to make of this, but decided she at least wanted to see what the heck these people were talking about. She hit the download button and plugged her iPhone in so she could add the app. Once added she unplugged her phone and tapped the Alterations icon (which looked like a measuring tape and scissors) to launch the app.
A small box appeared on the screen and below it were the words: PRESS THUMB TO BOX
Her heart sank a little since she knew the touch screen had no way of really gathering any kind of fingerprint information, but frankly what did she expect? That feeling vanished however when she touched her thumb to the box because the screen lit up with the words: THANK YOU, LAURA.
She was about to dismiss this as the app just pulling her name from her personal info on the phone when a 3D image of her own body appeared on the screen. To make matters more bizarre the Laura on the screen was wearing the exact same clothes that she herself wore, denim pants and a green t-shirt. Laura's heart was racing as she saw a number of buttons surrounding the 3D image with names like "Height" and "Muscle Tone. The bottom of the screen had tabs labeled "Physical," "Mental," "Misc.," and "More." She was currently on the "Physical" tab. The top left corner had a red button that read "Apply."
Laura played with the 3D model finding that she could turn it around and view herself from all angles. When she pinched out the view zoomed into specific areas of her body which also caused the buttons around the edge of the screen to change. When she zoomed in on her midsection the buttons read "Hips" and "Waist" while numbers popped up showing her current measurements (both 30"). She panned up to her chest and found exactly what she had hoped: a button reading "Bust."
Laura zoomed out again and clicked on the "Misc." tab. This brought up a menu with a host of things like "Hair," "Accessories," and "Tattoos" amongst other things.
"I can give myself tattoos?" The "More" tab included an "Options" menu and a search function that looked like it would allow her to make changes to others. She punched in her brother's name and instantly found herself looking at a 3D model of his body.
She was simultaneously excited and cautious. As amazing as this app seemed it couldn't actually do what it said it could... right?
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